Ahhh! The chill of Fall! Yesterday: the rain! Today: cue the blue skies and crisp temperatures!
It makes me happy to be in this sort of climate. I’d travel all over the world, just to sit in weather that is consistently 50-60F (or lower, really). And I do welcome the rain–perfect writing weather.
Just in time too–I know that my posts here have been horribly glum. I’m not encased in chronic depression by any means, but I have no outlet for my grief or other pain in my life, except through my writing (fiction and blog and journal). Writing is my main coping device (as well as a main love in my life), one that I missed horribly when I was sick and couldn’t write fiction. But now it’s back.
I’m busy–writing my MFA thesis. Every spare minute is devoted to it. Sometimes, staring at the page makes me sick, because I’m not sure what happens next…so I type. I type an uninspired sentence, an uninspired paragraph. But onward. And eventually, I hit something that sings like a nerve.