Indiana Fog
Oct. 29th, 2009 08:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
maychorianThe fog was so thick this morning, wow. Schools are on delay and I don't blame them at all. Stuff is dangerous.
On my way back home from my early-morning client I missed the turn I usually take and ended up driving by the St. Joe river for awhile. I felt that I was looking into a story, a painting in shades of dark, deep blue-gray with the black of trees standing stark and cold. Like some gothic novel.
And, oh, wouldn't that be a wonderful book? The Moors of Indiana. A lonely farmhouse stands in the center of miles and miles of rustling corn, the scene of Amish angst and romance. Will Amos and Rebecca ever find each other again? Why are the cows so restless? Will the harvest EVER get in? These are the questions that must be asked.
If any of you guys were still trying to come up with an idea for NaNo, I totally just gave you the awesomest one ever. I demand ten percent of the royalties.
In other news, I had a donut, and it was delicious. Mmmmmm, donut.
On my way back home from my early-morning client I missed the turn I usually take and ended up driving by the St. Joe river for awhile. I felt that I was looking into a story, a painting in shades of dark, deep blue-gray with the black of trees standing stark and cold. Like some gothic novel.
And, oh, wouldn't that be a wonderful book? The Moors of Indiana. A lonely farmhouse stands in the center of miles and miles of rustling corn, the scene of Amish angst and romance. Will Amos and Rebecca ever find each other again? Why are the cows so restless? Will the harvest EVER get in? These are the questions that must be asked.
If any of you guys were still trying to come up with an idea for NaNo, I totally just gave you the awesomest one ever. I demand ten percent of the royalties.
In other news, I had a donut, and it was delicious. Mmmmmm, donut.
