I was looking for a Raymond Chandler book the other day, hoping to poach weather descriptions of early Los Angeles for my Wyatt Earp feature. I distinctly remember his eloquent writing about Southern Cal weather and capturing in a phrase, rainstorms with drops of rain as "big as nickles." Never found the books, but did find this:
December 18, 1992, 6:05 p.m.
We were on our way to Glenwood, New Mexico to stay at a hidden resort for my birthday, the next day, and then on to Lincoln, and we were late, but Tommy freaked out when he saw the sign and we had to stop and take the photo. We got in to the resort very late and they served us a cold meal and we stayed in a cold cabin. The next day it snowed as we drove on to Lincoln and the kids had a snowball fight on the side of the road. At the time, Mr. Fort Thomas, was also big on Mangas Coloradas and was constantly bugging me on this trip to tell him stories about the Apache war chief.
Got up this morning and reworked a painting that is the kicker to my Earp feature for the October issue. Remember those 1950s films of the early atom bomb tests where the house explodes? I had that film in my mind as I took another pass at this painting
"A man's got to take a lot of punishment to write a really funny book."
No, wait, wrong guy—but great quote. Here's the actual quote:
"Great things are not done by impulse, but by a series of small things brought together."
—Vincent van Gogh