My blog is not professional. In fact, it’s a swirling chaos of confusion that goes on forever. Try not to get lost.
Today, I could have written about sock monkeys, Sylvanians, my novel, my philosophies, gardening, sandwiches, clues…
But I don’t really feel like it.
It’s raining. It makes everything feel peaceful, if not in a gloomy way. I like it. It’s like turning a graffiti-ed page in a book to reveal a clean, fresh one, still smelling of wood and completely blank.
And you have a new, yellow, not-yet-messed-up, soft, number two, huge eraser-ed, Dixon Ticonderoga pencil in your hand. Basically, you can try again in a cleaner, fresher world.
Also, rain is a good setting for a story.
What does rain mean to you?
-Changuita is procrastinating some other stuff she should be doing; instead she’s writing weird stuff on a little-known website in the middle of nowhere, Internet.