Rain is coming down and I didn’t get to give the ferals their lunch. They don’t like getting wet and just sit there staring at me if I put anything out while it rains. But I’m sure they’re hungry since I fed them a bit early this morning as I had to get blood drawn at 830am. Just my yearly blood draw for checking my levels for my meds but it meant I had to feed them a bit early and not all of them were there. I feel a little bad about that. I don’t like them to be hungry. They’re my adopted kids I guess you could say.

I got music playing, just above the sound of the rain on my metal roof. I like to listen to something when I write. Helps with my ADD. Bon Jovi, slippery when wet album. I like all the songs on that one. Upbeat and fast. Needed something to combat the hum drums.

When I lived in Springfield I went to book clubs Saturdays every month. Here in th middle of nowhere just the same old, same old, day in, day out. Nothing. Doing to town twice a week breaks the monotony but still town is not a big city like Springfield and there is nothing really to do. I miss the write-in in January (Jano) and the weekly meetings with fellow writers. I even miss riding the bus. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy alone time but here there is too much of it. I spend time with my parents of course but you can have too much of that too. I need to be able to spend time with people who share my interests. Emails and facebook groups Are great but I guess I’m old-fashioned. I want to spend time face to face with people, in the same room. I also prefer letters and postcards to emails. They don’t even teach cursive in a lot of schools anymore. Penpals are a thing of the past. I want to talk to people about my characters, my plots, dialog. My parents don’t understand my writng. They haven’t read a single one of my books. Dad doesn’t like to even read unless it’s a manual. It’s hard to keep plugging away when there’s no creative juice around you. I think that’s part of why my muse is so fickle with her time. But I’m a stubborn person and I won’t give up. I really can’t. So much in my head. I have to get it out one way or another.

Anyone want to be a penpal with me? Ask me questions or write a note and I send you a p/c or note with the answer.

My muse/brain showed me a few plot bunnies that are sort of reverse harem style, though the scenes themselves didn’t have any sex per se. But there were multiple males and one female. That’s usually not my scene but what my muse showed me piqued my interest so I wrote them down. I may do one of those after this WIP. I’m open to something new, but that just adds to how much is in my head.

Well, I guess I’ll catch you on the flip side. Stay tuned for the next installment.