Today was a wonderful day, thundery and changeable, and crowned with a rushing shower of enormous silver raindrops. The air smelled like rain, which means that it smelled like memories of other long-ago summers, good moments curled up next to the doorway in my childhood house, watching the raindrops bounce off the driveway and surge down the roadside in impromptu rivers.
I made a decision today, about what to do with my second novel. I’m excited and full of brainstorms and curiosity. Because every time I put one thing in motion, life adds other motions and everything begins to move in new ways, like all the colored particles in a kaleidoscope. Shifting.