You Know It's Wet When the Grass Grows Here

Serious monsoon for the past week, and there's grass in the (still wet and muddy) arena. We haven't seen that in a couple of years. Everything's green and growing like mad.

I have been working like a working thing. Fiction fell by the wayside, but I am bound and determined to finish the last week of the Clarion Write-a-Thon with at least some new words. This past week racked up a mere 1854. Bad writer-a-thon. Bad.

Applewood-smoked bacon. Forget chocolate. Now there's a vice.

Pooka got a ride thi...