The rice is nearly all planted, and although a month late this year I look forward to watching it grow. It is growing as slowly as my second book. It may be a race as to which comes first - the completed manuscript or the rice harvest and the rice is fairly sprouting along. Oi Troi Oi.
OK, enough already, gotta get back to the real writing. It might stop raining and that would mean closing the computer, getting on the bike, and riding out to a paddy or twenty seven - to watch the rice grow.
