Wet day today. Started just before noon yesterday, and it’s been raining ever since. The roads out to the nearest town have been flooded, the river has burst its banks in several inconvenient places, potholes appearing in the roads are invisible under huge puddles, an accident a few miles south has delayed journeys home to our village. To add a splash of comedy, a notorious local flood point is due to be worked on this week and next, and was pumped dry of all water just hours before the rain marathon began. And it is still raining.
I’m grateful it isn’t the forecast snow, which would have been worse – though it is forecast to freeze overnight, leaving those travelling to work tomorrow facing freezing fog and icy roads. We are staying indoors till the weather cheers up. We have plenty to do.
I’m still following a challenge set by a friend of mine to write 1,000 words a day, and that initial push to reach an artificial word-count has led me to some good places. A complete short story about a pair of ghosts. A short story about someone taking victims of domestic abuse to a new life. Another go at a project stubbornly resisting arrest but potentially worth the trouble of working out all its plot-holes. Roll on rainy days. I have more than enough to do.
Julia Chalkley 