I am so tired of rain, I can’t tell you. It rained most of May. It’s been raining for most of what amounts to June so far. Sometimes it feels like someone is standing in my driveway with nothing better to do than chuck huge buckets of dirty water on my house. Now, June is often rainy in my neck of the continent, but this is getting ridiculous. Usually, when June is rainy, we’ve had a pleasant spring. Especially our Mays, which can be gorgeous (but not this year). However, this year I feel like we’ve missed out on spring entirely. When the rain stops and I turn off the furnace, within a day I need the air conditioner, because the weather hops from cold, cold rain to hot, hot sun overnight. Then back again.
I have weeds in the concrete that need spraying. I have to blow/sweep the driveway. Neither of these tasks can be accomplished in the rain. And, gee, wouldn’t it be nice to take the writing outside once in a while?
How’s the weather in your part of the world? As out of whack as mine? If you’re a writer, does the weather affect your progress? Would you rather edit when it’s cloudy out, write new pages when it’s sunny? Or does it not matter? My creativity is tied to the weather to a point. The weather isn’t an excuse not to write (or try to write, as the case might be). But I admit my muse would rather play (as in work) when the sky is blue. It can be colder than a witch’s you-know-what, I love those blue skies!
