Or, rather, I wish everyday were like late Autumn, early Winter weather because that was how things were last Friday, and I was in heaven. We’re currently having warm, sunny days all the way through the weekend, and it looks like it’s Summer’s way of clinging desperately to the moment, annoying the flying piss out of me with too much heat and sun.
Your season’s done, Summer. Go away. We’ll call you when we need you again. Happily, it also looks as if Autumn weather’s coming next week, hopefully for the rest of the season.
Cool and rainy weather – some would call it dreary, while I’d rather call it Brontë-ish – tends to be a helluva lot more conducive to writing than warm and sunny temps. Not because I get distracted by all the things I want to do outdoors during the warmer months, but there’s something in the overall feel of Autumn and Winter that not only inspires me, but also helps me focus on what I’m doing.
I suppose it’s got a lot to do with feelings of lethargy that come with warmth. I don’t want to be productive beyond riding my bike during the spring and summer months. If it’s too hot to ride, I chill in the shade with a good book, and unless you’ve got a tall Jasmine Lime Tea Cooler from Peet’s Coffee to dangle under my nose as a lure, there ain’t no way anyone can get me to move from my comfy perch.
I couldn’t ride my bike last Friday because of some shoulder pain I sustained from work on Thursday, and as it turned out, the entire day was full-on Autumn – as though some mighty cosmic force out there saw that I was housebound and decided to make it a glorious experience for me.
Thank you, mighty cosmic force. :) Nothing says love like having all the blinds open with no lights on, and only muted illumination coming in from the outside. And because I was behind a day with my word count, no thanks to that shoulder pain, I needed to write twice as much on Friday to make up for it.
And with the help of Nature and Trader Joe’s, I managed to get that done and enjoy every… single… freakin’… minute of writing 2,000+ words in longhand.
Sure enough, Friday was the only day these past two weeks when we enjoyed a taste of Autumn weather. For the time being, I’m patiently waiting out the rest of the warm days, and I’ll be dancing and singing when the clouds return, bringing with it some much-needed rain.
Oh, and as a bit of an update, my work-in-progress now has a title: Gold in the Clouds. I’m also at 25,000+ words, and am very much on schedule. As for Helleville – I opened the file and tweaked a little with some of the contents, but things are still in limbo. I need to go back and rethink certain plot points because I think I wrote myself into a corner, and I’ve no idea what that corner is. So, yeah – it’ll be a while longer before I get that baby finished. I might just get started on the next Masks book if things remain stuck once I’m done with Gold in the Clouds.