If you try to call me for the next couple days, you likely won’t get me. I’m in Sophia, NC at a Baptist mountain camp that DPI sometimes uses for teacher retreats. I don’t get good signal up here, and if today is any indication, I may not be online all that much either. The Internet was down for about three hours this afternoon.

It’s also raining so hard that I may float away. And there’s hail. So yeah, this is a storm.

Continuing with my somewhat obsessive non-poem readings of late, I began Malcom Gladwell’s Blink last night, and expect to finish it tonight before I go to sleep. I also brought with me a copy of Nassim Nicholas Taleb’s The Black Swan: The Impact of the Highly Improbable, which I do not plan to finish quite so quickly. One might think that all this non-fiction would have an effect on my thinking about fiction, but if it is, I’m not noticing.

Also, I’m writing a technical manual right now. Zzzz. But that has to be done before the 17th so I can’t drag it out.