Synchronicity

I'm polishing a draft of my stand-alone novel. This story has taken years for me to figure out how to write. Now I've got a viable draft. The final scenes are intense. Weather plays a role.

The Front Range of Colorado, on the eastern side of the Rocky Mountains, is dry. We're on the far western edge of the Great Plains, which at one time in history was called the Great American Desert. 

I was having difficulty connecting to stormy weather. We'd been in a hot, dry spell. I remember what a rainstorm is like. I even have memories of tornado season in Oklahoma in my youth. I had to pull out the dusty drawers of memory to inspire and add realism to the scenes in my novel.

Then the dry spell broke, and rain fell. Sure, it was the time of the season for afternoon storms. But it felt like synchronicity. Dark skies, pounding rain,  and blustery gusts of wind triggered that kernel of instinctive fear that we might not survive the whims of Mother Nature.

Great inspiration when writing a fictional storm scene. And great for our lawn and garden, too.

Garden report: I harvested my first zucchini. Tomatoes are still green, but there are lots of them. We've begun harvesting green beans. And I made flavored simple syrup from the chocolate mint, to use in mocktails.

I hope your summer is going well, with a balance of warm sunny days and just the right amount of rain.

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