Don't you hate it when you're traveling and you get to some place that barely has cell service. Kind of between towers. That's Prescott, Arkansas. When I arrived yesterday I couldn't get a signal, so internet access was haphazard at best. So, I slept. Good thing, too, because I'm heading into the Metroplex this morning. Fuel in Irvine, delivery in Fort Worth, and a hell of a lot of four wheelers buzzing about paying attention to no one but themselves and the person sending them a text message, which they have to answer right now at 70 mph weaving through the big trucks going much slower.

Yesterday morning? Night before last? I don't exactly remember when, but I was reading Krista's blog and she mentioned working on a story for the Anthology. Well, didn't I have a cow? I'm not working on a story for the Anthology. I'm struggling to get Chapter 12 of The Pastel Cowboy out the door. Happy to say I am working on it, sometimes I get out 200 words. Sometimes only a sentence. Sometimes not even that. I am up to page 8. Only 12 more to go. Two and half months and only eight pages. Oh, joy!

Anyway, the ol' gray matter was thinking about what Krista said and it came up with a terrific idea for a story. It's sci-fi, has a strong religious element (sorry, no Christian bashing), a tiny bit of gayness (gaiety?), and rain. I thought of the story first, then last night in a brief moment of access I discovered the theme was "The Rainy Day." Well, let's just say my main character is not looking for a rainy day. I don't think that gives away too much of the story, does it?

Oh, well, time (03:04) to go to work.