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| Rain, headed our way! |
It’s a random thoughts kind of day; thoughts
of weather, knees, a novel, and a dog.
Connected right? Only in my mind.
It’s the tail-end of hurricane season in the
tropics, and we still obsessively check the weather forecast to ensure we don’t get
caught unawares. Zero percent chance of
rain, the webpage stated, as we watched a huge black cloud slowly slide towards
our house. When the curtain of liquid
hit, we scrambled to slam windows and patio doors. Fortunately, our casa was designed as a beach house, with tile floors, outdoor Sunbrella fabric covering cushions on
concrete sofas, and a wooden dining set designed for patio living. Even our artwork is
photographs printed on waterproof canvas. Other than a few puddles to wipe up, rain
inside the house is nature’s way of washing our floors.
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| Forecast: a zero percent chance of rain. |
Several parts of the island had the same
deluge, while it completely missed other neighbourhoods. One friend said she encountered flooded
intersections where the water was halfway up the large tires on her Jeep. Others had small rivers running through their
homes, leaky windows, and flooded pathways. Fifteen minutes later, the rain stopped. The sun reappeared, heating the freshly washed air. Just a little tropical tempest to keep us on
our toes.
A short time later, the rain returned while I
was walking Sparky, our Mexican-lowrider rescue dog, near Playa Media Luna. As I dashed along the beach headed for shelter,
my foot landed off-kilter in the sand.
By the time I returned home, the knee was swollen and not
functioning. I must say, I am
particularly fond of wearing a black knee brace paired with large, clunky-soled
athletic shoes. It is such a stylish look
in a culture that worships thin and lofty stiletto heels.
One caring friend, who has had several knee
operations, suggested that I should not do
stairs with a sore knee. Good
suggestion, except our house, designed for outdoor living, has a stairway leading
from the living/kitchen/pool area to the two bedrooms and upper patios.
Nineteen steps up and of course nineteen
steps down. Need a cup of morning coffee? Feed the dog? Let the dog out for a pee-break? Make
lunch? Answer the door? Glass of wine for sundown? Lawrie
has been an absolute sweetie doing the fetch-and-carry thing, but I occasionally
need a break from the computer.
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| Tony Garcia photo |
Which segues into the novel part of my random
thoughts.
I started writing a book,
called Treasure Isla, a few months
ago. It’s a fun adventure set in present-day Isla involving pirates, buried treasure, and islanders hunting for the
loot.
Creating a community populated with fictional people leaves me preoccupied
with ideas, descriptions, and phrases. Occasionally, when chatting with friends, my thoughts drift away as I wonder how my characters would react in a similar situation.
What would he or she
say? Feel? Do? These other people have invaded my brain.
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| Photo by Tony Garcia |
And, of course, there is a dog in the story.
A pure-breed Mexican-lowrider rescue dog, by
the name of Sparky. He is the
doppelgänger for our little mutt.
After Tony Garcia did a photo
shoot for the book's back cover, Sparky became an impossible divo. He is anxious to have his own book signing party.
Hopefully, the book will be ready for release as an e-book in mid to late November. The printed version will take more time.
Cheers, Lynda, Lawrie, The Sparkinator, and Thomas the Cat
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| I want to be more famous than Thomas the Cat |
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1 comment:
Excellent feel for Isla's magic.
Keep the pixels coming.
Doug in the Okanagan .
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