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It's raining again in the Inland Empire. A light rain but still enough to trigger at least one car accident and a road closure. I wrote and submitted this back in March to TextBroker.com back when I was thinking of writing for them. It got a level 3 ranking.

Nestled between hills on all its borders, the Inland Empire, California is an idyllic place in the springtime with it's neighboring hilltops enveloped in thick flourishing carpets of green. It has been a long season of rain and the only good thing to come out of it is the lush hillsides. Some how despite all the rain, the I.E. is still in a drought. The rain may have stopped and car accidents may have dwindled for now, but fortunately, the hills are still green. I'm reminded of that on my way to pick up my kids from school each day, two stops on opposite ends of the city. My kids, the books on tape, Andrea Bocelli CD, and the panoramic green hill sides are what make this daily chore pleasant and enjoyable. In a few weeks these giants of lush will fade revert back into their irrelevant shades of brown. Once again I’ll look beyond those dry desert hills toward the sky in search of something beautiful.

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This is also from an older draft post. I've since been part of a show, an extraordinary experience I still have to blog about but I'd thought I'd still post these earlier thoughts.

I love writing so just having a story out their in print or online and getting commented on I thought was enough but as I was recently told by an actor, when your story is told on stage its a completely different experience because of the interaction between the actors and the audience.

In this play I definitely felt the chemistry. Now and days and even back in the old days it was so hard to make a motion picture. To tell one of our stories would cost thousands of dollars and an experienced Hollywood budget and staff. At CASA 0101 what you need is an idea and some ganas to make your story into a play. And best of all its a community event with a very grass roots feel.