Tom Swift Writer’s Notebook

Thunder, which announced this storm an hour before it arrived, rolls on in the unlit afternoon. Rain runs over the roof and pat, pat, patters in front of my window. Dave Brubeck is in the air. The Beast, just back from a jaunt amongst the pecan trees and a chance meeting with his best buddy, is at my feet. I take out the notebook. The pen slides across the page with rare ease.

This post was added on Tuesday, July 29, 2008 by Tom Swift at 14:00 and is filed under Rough Drafts, Swift Boat.