The unexpected perils of writing

So the remnants of Hurricane Isaac finally made their way to Indiana.  As someone who is obsessed with rain because it fires up my writing muse, I was only too happy to move into the living room and set up shop by our huge picture window.  I turned on my netbook, lit my oil lamp, pulled back the curtains so that I could watch the downpour, and let out a happy sigh.  And then, not even three minutes later…




Water.  Right on the trackpad of my netbook.

What the heck?

Lifting my head, I spy five cracks in the ceiling, one of which is allowing Isaac right inside my home.


Calling the landlord tomorrow…


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