Raindrops Keep Falling on my Head
Remember that old song? Well, some of you may be too young. But when I walked down to the mailbox (1/10 mile from our house) raindrops fell on my head, rather the umbrella. In our very dry area, we welcome every raindrop. This one has been lovely. All morning. Water's running in the ditches. This doesn't happen often. I hope our stock pond rises. The fish hope so too. The water level is getting seriously low.
A good day to work indoors. I worked on a historical fiction story I started years ago and have decided now is time to get back to it. I chose my workshops for the Online Muse Conference in October. Wrote my pitch for the agent. Not all will get a chance to pitch, but you never know. Need to polish the workshop I'm presenting, but I think I'll clean my writing room. I can find nothing. Bad, bad.
Have a super weekend everyone.
Happy reading and writing.