Hi folks, and welcome to writing club update number 14 (fourteen!). Opening up to page 14 of Ray Bradbury’s The Martian Chronicles we find this paradoxically stark and effusive description of a coming storm. Or perhaps all coming storms:
It was like those days when you heard a thunderstorm coming and there was the waiting silence and then the faintest pressure of the atmosphere as the climate blew over the land in shifts and shadows and vapors. And the change pressed at your ears and you were suspended in the waiting time of the coming storm.
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And then the storm. The electric illumination, the engulfments of dark wash and sounding black fell down, shutting in, forever.
Being as much of my bioregion is currently in the middle of a month-long drought, we could do with a “dark wash” right now. I hope you’ve had a decent amount of rain wherever you are, and if you’re also in a drought, I wish for both of us a big beautiful storm soon!
Speaking of welcome deluges, here are our wonderful writers:
Hopefully your writing has felt more like a deluge than a drought, but even the latter can be constructive in its own way. This also goes to any visitors not on this list (welcome!): please feel welcome to reply and comment with your own thoughts and projects!
You make your hometown sound enticing and wondrous! And your other activities too. Glad to have you here, and I hope you get your shot with publishers one day, if that’s what you’re looking for.
Thank you! There are upsides to living in the Appalachian boonies for sure, but everything is pretty far away.