On days like today (part II of III)

I would really like to be writing. Honestly, I would. But writing seems like such a hard job and my brain really can’t take the kind of concentration I need to actually write. I’m easily tired, and there is a pressure in my head that I do not appreciate.

I’ve already maxed out the Tylenol dose I can take in 24 hours and still I have a headache. Or was it Advil?



I was woken up at five thirty in the morning by thunder, lightning, and rain that couldn’t get on the ground fast enough. Good for me, because I had a lot of work to do around the house, bad, because I can’t really think straight.

I did manage a nap, though. I don’t know if it helped, but a nap is always good.

Not the point of this blog post. Remember what I said about thinking straight?

The point of this blog post is part I of II of Oklahoma!

No, not that.
No, not that.

Admittedly, I am not very keen on Oklahoma.


It’s not one of the best places I’ve been, but neither is it the worst. Minot, North Dakota is the worst.

It's magic because it's still around. In the middle of nowhere. Buried in snow half the year.
It’s magic because it’s still around. In the middle of nowhere. Buried in snow half the year.

But even Minot had a silver lining. I saw the Aurora Borealis there. And let me tell you, as a kid, thigh deep in snow looking up to a sky of every colour in the book, that was a damn good silver lining. Oklahoma’s redeeming qualities come in the form of festivals, faires, and the ability for a community to come together in a time of desperation and devastation and help each other out.

Yes, I am talking about the F-4 tornado that went through Moore, Oklahoma. I was very, very, EXTREMELY lucky to miss that tornado. I’m pretty sure that sucker passed us right by, gave us hail and lots of rain before touching down in Moore.

Please, if you can, donate to the Red Cross. I am lucky, others are not and they need help.

I don’t know how it came to be that Annie was set in Oklahoma. I wrote it when I was still living in England. Normally, my story would have been set in the place that I was living, except for the specifications that made the story be set in the West, or thereabouts. Now, technically and as far as I’m concerned, ‘out West’ means the area of Utah, Arizona, and Colorado. Some people call Oklahoma the West. To each his own. In reality, by the time I wrote the story, I knew I was leaving for Oklahoma and the setting just came around like all handy things do.

The State knows how to put on a show..
The State knows how to put on a show..

Needless to say, it is working out wonderfully for Annie. Oklahoma is flat with a smattering of trees here and there. Lots of birds-cardinals, and some black birds with bright red and yellow patches on their wings among others-it is young to the green movement, though. It’s sad to see trash along the highways and rural areas. There are no fines for littering that I can see and people don’t seem to mind over much. There is a botanical gardens. It’s small. I hope it’ll get bigger as more people visit. I think the lack of interest in the greenery has a lot to do with political views and perhaps religious, though I am not putting my stamp on that. I know a lot of religious people who are just a fervent in recycling as they are to their scripture. Both sides of the political fence, too. Hopefully, it will gain more steam as time goes on and Oklahoma will keep herself clean.

Anyway, as you can imagine, God is everywhere here. I thought Utah was bad with a church on every other street corner, He has a monopoly here on corner space. Not that that is a bad thing, don’t get me wrong, I’m just not a churchgoing girl. So, naturally, it’s kind of weird for me. Not uncomfortable, just weird. ┬áIt works out wonderfully for a zombie novel, though. Without giving away too much, churches are wonderful hiding places to get away from the zombie apocalypse.

The people are wonderfully nice here. Except for the Starbucks on Reno Ave. That place weirds me out a little. Couldn’t tell you why. But, for the most part the people are nice and helpful, always around with a smile.

Oklahoma City is a small city trying to be modern and very nearly succeeding, but the real heart lies in Norman with the University. Country stars have contributed to the state of their birth and they-like most small cities in the United States-are fanatical about their sports teams.

All in all, it’s a work in progress, I think. I don’t love it, but I don’t hate it either. The tornadoes are something entirely new, and while they are fantastic writing fodder, they-and the anticipation of one-are absolutely terrifying.

But now it is time for dinner making and my head is still hurting, though not as much as before.