I know, I know, we need the rain, but it always makes me feel a wee bit unsettled.
What does an unsettled writer-in-practice do? See below ...
Yesterday is nothing but a dream
Tomorrow is for the imagination only
What is real is NOW
And right now, I'm skipping over puddles of water across the car park to catch the runaway story ...
But hang on, if I'm writing this then how could I be over there chasing stories?
Oh my god - there's another me running around town??!!! Who is she? She's me! I'm she!
Aaaaahhhhh, help! Somebody help me!