Worked on the book until I was stupid and tired. Hot and windy today. The kind of sun you stay out of or it hurts. Hard, direct. The west wind pushing the trees to the east. The sky is clear but it feels like a storm is coming. Here on the farm we always say something like, “A wind this strong has to blow something in.” That feels like a corny, old timey play. A play set on the prairie. Like Pa says, “Wind like this bound a blow somepin’ in,” Jimmy,” and Uncle Jim says, “Mmm hmm. Somepin’ comin’ or I ain’ mysef.” I’m taking that as a good storm. A good thing coming. Don’t catastrophize it. Roll the big numbers. Hands on plow.
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PS. If anyone wants to use that idea for the play as a writing prompt or even to write a play, it's all yours. Call it The Tall Grass and the Plow or The Wind in the Black Elms or some play-like shit. Just invite me to the premier and give me a pair of free tickets or somethin'. Also it has to have a happy ending or no deal.