Yesterday it hailed cats and dogs. On the way back from getting the mail I plucked a piece of hail out of the front yard that was larger than a golf ball.

One day I'm going to write a book. Prolly not anytime soon. I've come to really enjoy writing in a very similar way to running. One way to put it is I would do either if there were no readers, no spectators - I just enjoy the act itself, for myself. I don't know what kind of book I'm going to write, just that one day I will. I'll most likely try to get it published but expect that it prolly won't, but that doesn't matter. I'd write it even if I knew there was zero chance of publication. It's a personal goal, like running a marathon.

Twice in college I was supposed to read Strunk and White's The Elements of Style, a little book pinpointing the art of good writing. I failed to read it both times but I read it a couple months ago and I think I appreciate it more now than I would have four years ago. Essentially, good writing is precise diction, omission of needless words, use of active voice, and concision.

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