It's been raining again, long and hard, day and night. We haven't had a rainy season like this in years so it's welcome, but it's a bit difficult to move around in. I'm always amused when people from other parts of the country make jokes about "sunny California." Of course, once the rain finally stops, it is sunny -- nary a drop for months on end -- but this winter it's been raining almost nonstop. I believe there was one sunny day last week and we've had a few days that are merely gloomy. It threatens to rain, but politely holds off until nightfall. Other days, like today, it's pouring.
Nonetheless, Deb and I met at the L'Amyx cafe for our weekly writing session. We're tired of writing about any old thing with no structure or discipline behind it so we gave ourselves an actual assignment, which was to try dialogue. Deb ended up with a scene that sounded like it was from an absurdist play by Harold Pinter. I felt more comfortable with monologues. Neither of us believed we had written anything particularly brilliant, but it felt good to try a different approach.
Meanwhile, the rain increased its pace, streaming down the windows of the cafe. We parted ways and I ran through the downpour to my car and then over to the sushi restaurant down the street. For lunch, I had a steaming bowl of miso soup and salmon teryaki with a mound of rice. Mmm, so good!
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