Update from Pam Land

It’s been a while since I spent any time writing about Pam. That, however, does not mean that I’ve not been thinking about her and her story.

Writing fiction is hard; harder than I thought it would be. Not ditch-digging hard or third-shift on your feet hard but it presents its challenges. Not just worrying about dialogue but also having a compelling and cohesive story arc but also giving in and letting the story be what it wants to be. Yeah, I’ll bet some of you are wondering what the hell that means. It means I want the story to be one way and the story, well the story wants to be another way. I was a little surprised as well and no, I can’t write it the way I want because when I do, it feels inauthentic. If I feel that, I’m pretty sure that you will as well.

See, the story wants to be one thing and I don’t like it. So, I guess, I’m refusing to write it down. Think of it like a five year old having a temper tantrum. That’s me. Only I’m having it in my head, with myself and I’m not quite sure how to but myself into a mental time-out. So here we are at an impass.

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…and rain will make the flowers grow  ~ Eponine, “A Little Fall of Rain”

summer rain

I love the smell of rain.

Especially summer rain.

It makes the world smell clean.


Full of promise.

It’s the essence of love; the thrill of the first kiss. The hand on your hip as he leans in, gently, to taste your lips. It’s you, arching your back and holding your breath. Knowing its coming. Nervous and anxious and excited. Passion.

It’s the feeling you get when you meet the love of your life. It’s the look in his eyes when you say yes. It’s the overwhelming joy in your heart when you say “I Do.” Love.

It’s the first flutter of your growing baby. Not quite sure what you’re feeling. Was it? Could it be? Then again; and you’re sure. Hope.

It’s the swelling of your heart when you finally meet your child. The overwhelming love and the sheer terror of caring for another living being. Responsibility.

It’s in the sunrise.

It’s in the storm clouds.

It’s in the rain.

It’s in us all.