La Mer a Quiberville,
Theodore Earl Butler,
On the highway home yesterday from a family gathering to bid a child good-by -- we will not see her for a year -- we ran into bands of torrential, Louis XV rain so severe that we thought it prudent to pull over several times until they swept past, since the downflood obliterated not only the medians but also the winking red tails of all traffic.
Made me realize that water in such skydump quantities has its own gray-white cataract colour.
Made me wonder too -- in spite of The Perfect Storm -- if writers have moved away from the primal force of violent weather as a plot device into tepid territory, and so reflect the urbanization of contemporary prose.
~chortle, chortle, glee~
Fired up the PC and discovered to my astonishment I'd won a copy of Sandra Cormier's latest romantic suspense, Bad Ice. Today is the last day for this month's patio party, but the chefs have another delicious menu printed for August. A lot of hoot-n-holler fun, a great chance to meet-n-greet, and also to flog your latest literary recipe.
From Peter Bowler's The Superior Person's Book of Words:
querimony: n. Complaint. Querimonious is a synonym for quelerous.
Aha. From what I've read on various blogs lately, a most accurate and acute term!