Upon leaving Paddington station it was beneath a startling azure sky, shimmering heat (although that could just have been the taxi fumes) and a gentle zephyr rustling what’s left of my hair.
All the way to Pusey, wherever that is, I basked in the heat blasting though the train windows. The moment, the very nanosecond we left Taunton station a tiny black cloud began to grow and move at alarming speed. Even faster than the train, which for a change was overtaking crippled wildlife until it became a battle between the huge stormhead and us. Even at approximately one hundred miles per hour the train could no longer keep up with the awful black wall hurtling towards, and finally past us. By the time we shuddered into Tiverton it was freezing, wet, and awful.
Apocalypse aside I did get some decent writing done and now I’m almost ten pages into Sod’s Law 2. I know it’s a little presumptive of me to begin the sequel to a novel I haven’t even finished editing yet. But I had me an idea which might work well if I can ditch all logic and revert to my usual childish style of writing. It might not sell many books but makes me laugh, and if that’s not what writing is all about then I don’t know what is.
Image courtesy of google images. It was worse than that but I couldn’t find anything cataclysmal enough for what I saw yesterday.