Today the weather has been kind of stormy and it turns the mind to poetry and the flow of words. Very hard to concentrate on the book I am writing once the poetry flows.

I've listened to the black cockatoo's calling the rain to land with their high pitched and vibrant call, the ants are moving their eggs up from the ground nest to higher places. The rains are coming. I can feel the poetry flowing like the flood waters that will cover the land and it is hard to resist. I must resist though as I am so close to the finish of my book and it has to take priority.

Time management is becoming a factor now and I have to spend the time on this to give it the chance it deserves. So it is to the book I turn and from one days steady work I have produced 5,000 words and finished two chapters. A good days work even if I was a little distracted at times.

Here is just a little from today's output.
Lunch time comes up quickly and we eat and go about cleaning our gear, checking vehicles and catching up with friends and family throughout the afternoon. I take the dogs for a long run and just enjoy some quiet time and solitude. This morning has shaken me to the core and the realization of how close we came to disaster is setting in for me now. I need the time to think and to sort out my emotions so that I am able to show a strong face to the group tonight. I sit down on a log beside the creek as the dogs wander and sniff around and I start to cry quietly. There is no one around to see my tears and I am thankful for that. The quiet of the bush envelops me and my mind soon calms and my tears dry. I stay sitting though my head in my hands while the peace and tranquility of the running water soothes my soul. It is then that I hear the footsteps behind me and the snapping of twigs. My solitude has been broken.