Are we there yet? Not quite Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan

I've been travelling for something like 12 1/2 hours now. Though what with time changes and the brain-fogging effect of Gravol, I'm probably not counting correctly. I'm at the Calgary International Airport, after a moderately hair-raising descent through huge storm clouds. I think I'm going to change the working title of my novel! We landed safely, though, then had to wait on the tarmac until the storm blew over. I missed my connecting flight to Regina. I'm catching the next one, which, near as I can tell through the befuddled brain, leaves sometime between 10 and 11 p.m. That's almost two hours from now. It's going to be a long night. On the other hand, I'm thankful for the break. It gave me time to buy and eat a meal. The previous two flights were under four hours each with no time in between them, so they didn't feed us on the flights and I didn't have time to buy food in the airports.

I managed to do some writing in between the Gravol nodding-off and the white-knuckle descent. I'm up to 8,902 words total in novel-in-progress Storm Clouds. I should be able to get to 10,000 words by the end of today.

I used to post small excerpts of each day's writing to my blog. I stopped when I read someone else's blog posts mocking my excerpts for being stiff. But, you know, they probably are. When I write like this, I'm trying for a 'don't look down' draft, i.e. not doing too much re-writing, just trying to get the basic story down. Smooth happens in re-write. So, what the hell. Here's a chunk from the work-in-progress:

Jenvie made a 'chuh' sound of disgust. "Let's go," she said. She led me across the parking lot. I looked around for Lars, but I didn't see him, and I didn't ask. Kinda didn't want to know what was up between the two of them. As he and I had ridden here in the rain, the hard curves of him had felt reassuringly solid in my arms. He'd been warm, too, even through the double layers of crinkly rain poncho between us. Heat wafting gently off him, warming the rain that had been whipping into my face and dripping down my neck.