Is she writing about boulders AGAIN? Um, yes. Don't snort or run away, please. I have browsed through my photos all day, looking for something to jump start a post. I have considered lakes and trees and seas and flowers. I have contemplated writing sad poetry or poking at my childhood traumas. I have stared at the steady rain and turned up the heater. I have sighed and lamented that the universe doesn't give a rat's ass about my so-called life.
It was a day when the creatures who live in the hidden deeps could have claimed me, but I seem to still be here.
So I figure I better pick a photo to write about. Yes, it is a boulder, but my last post was about my novel that has actual boulders in the storyline. This is about my shiny new novel that takes place in the sea where boulders will probably never move beyond window dressing. But you see that boulder jutting up? What does it look like?
A whale spyhopping, that's what. I have written news articles about spyhopping, which is when a whale sticks the top part of its body out of the water and checks out the scenery. And I say that's a gray whale spyhopping on top of a mountain. Which is a sign to this sometimes-fragile writer that her sea novel is meant to be. Since I started writing it I found a shell on top of this boulder-strewn inland mountain and the US Post Office put out kelp forest stamps, which surely is a sign.
I'm going to stop now, because I really am odd today. Hopefully, I will soon write a new post that will be boulder-free.