Someone must have done a rain dance
Day Three of rain at Fort Stewart, I feel like I should start building an ark. I’m loving the rain, it makes everything smell fresh and clean. I don’t love the rain for the humidity and bug eggs hatching.
The gray and gloomy clouds have perked me up. Winter weather, and stormy weather, make me happy. I laugh more, smile more, and just love it, where as the intense heat of summer, with the bright sunlight and cloudless skies have me running indoors and refusing to leave my bedroom.
Thunder Butt the Wonder Dog, however, doesn’t like the rain. She doesn’t like the heat either. She doesn’t like winter. She’s a fall sort of dog, so she’s really cranky living in Georgia like we do.
She can suck it up and deal, as my writing has gotten a swift kick in the proverbial ass since it started raining. Which is great, since I’ve had an idea for short story cooking away on the back burner, but I just couldn’t find the drive to sit down and write it out. Professional writers have my undying respect in that they sit down and make their word count, whether they’re in the mood for it or not. Hopefully, some day in the not too distant future, I too will be having to sit down and make word count
I’m looking for silver linings here people, I’m taking them any way I can get them.