Saturday, August 10, 2002
The proofreading and corrections to Chapter Twelve were more annoying than expected. I think it took about four hours, about two more than usual. But it was a long chapter.
Yesterday, about 2 p.m., the sky began to spit a little rain. Just a few sprinkles, nothing I would even have noticed had I not been sitting at the window (proofreading) on the chaise, and caught sight of the drops silhouetted against a dark brick building across the street. At once, I went up to the roof. It was the first rain I'd seen in weeks. I stood on the roof, which is usually unbearably hot until late October or early November, feeling a cool, gusting breeze. The sprinkling continued and finally I shouted at the sky, "Come on, damn it!" I watched the clouds moving about overhead, opening little holes to show white-blue sky and sun, then closing again. There was no single direction to their movement. Rather, they seemed to move first south, then north, then northwest, indecisive, spitting drops of rain so far apart you could walk between them. Then, suddenly, a hard and very cold rain began, and I stood in it for the next half hour or so, getting drenched in my black tank-top and black broomstick skirt, until I was shivering. It was exquisite. Almost worth waiting all these weeks for.
Today there will be no rain.
But I'm going to Atlanta, so it doesn't really matter. I have only one chapter and the epilogue left on Low Red Moon. Which feels very weird. But good weird (most weird is good, though, if you ever bother to ask me).
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