Three times the radio interrupted the crappy songs it was playing in order to update us on some tornado warning.
It happened during yesterday’s drive home from my mom’s place. The weather apps indicated storms were brewing. But then, with this incredible humid air sticking around for weeks now, thunderstorms have been regular occurrences lately.
They never last long, the summer storms. They can be quite violent; in fact, parts of western Toronto had to deal with a bit of a carnage from damaging winds which felled trees just last week.
Not down by my place though. We got a lot of rain in a short amount of time which was great for the lawns and trees, but other than that, not much else happened. My mom texted later to ask if we got rain – she desperately wanted some and sounded quite envious when I told her we had rivers flowing in the streets.
“We got nothing here,” she said at the time.
I do think she got rain yesterday though. She said something about having been caught in it in some store parking lot.
Anyway, I didn’t really want to leave her place yesterday. I was hoping to get my writing mojo back while there, but a day and a half wasn’t enough time. Her house is much quieter, and cleaner, than mine, with less people in it, and once I start my projects there I get a lot more done than I do back in my own house.
I wrote nothing but a bunch of garbage on Saturday. I didn’t feel well, that may have been part of it, and ultimately the short story I did write did end up getting finished by Sunday night, even though it took several drafts to get to that point.
But I digress. I was talking about tornadoes.
We don’t get many around here, but we do get them occasionally. Certainly, the recipe was conducive for tornado forming yesterday. Each time the radio interrupted the songs, they updated us with new locations the tornado, were it to form, would most likely touch down. The communities they mentioned were pretty far away though, but it provided me with a lesson to my daughter about what we should do if the storm came our way and we were stuck in the car on the highway.
We spent the rest of the drive home looking for places we could hunker down.
One of the reasons we had to come home early was because my son had a baseball practice scheduled for 2 pm, the first one since the indoor practices were canceled in March due to covid. Of course, the weather interfered with that plan and we ended up staying home, again.
Seems a recurring theme, this staying home thing, doesn’t it. BLAH
But the good news is that this allowed me to sit in my bedroom and finish my story. Even better news was it incited a new one, which I wrote this morning.
Here’s a lesson it this:
Writing daily, even when nothing but garbage comes out, is a good thing for me. It helps to foster the habit, in a sense. Pushing through the days when the order of the words, or the words themselves, do nothing but frustrate me helps me to re-emerge from the abyss quicker.
I’m out of the abyss today, it seems. Two stories in 24 hours and a blog post…Ha!
But as soon as I click publish on this today, I will shut down and go run some necessary errands out of the house. Later, I want to continue with work-for-pay writing, but I won’t be able to concentrate on that knowing that the guinea pigs will starve to death without a new bag of hay, the family will whine when there’s no milk to pour into their tea or over their cereal, and I will kick myself next time I have to drive a kid to practice and realize there’s no gas in the car.
Note to self, there’s a practice tonight, get gas.
It’s Monday! Here we go again.
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