Gray Day
The sky is clouding over and I am getting giddy.
Gray days are my favorite kind of days. Some people think they're depressing. I think they're perfect. So peaceful, much more enjoyable than glaring, intense, sizzling-heat-index days. Sunny days demand action, accomplishment. Stress. I actually get disappointed when the sun weasles its way into an overcast sky. I sit at the desk of my Grown-Up Job and anticipate the plink of raindrops on the roof, the pitter-patter of refreshment washing away the grime of yesterday... and I hope the clouds have not begun to clear.
Gray days make me want to write. Stories, poems, essays, nonsense--just get inside my head and write, tucked into my computer room, armed with a pot of coffee and some music, with a blank computer screen inviting me to fill it with whatever strikes me as worthy to be written. With bookshelves lining the walls like friends offering encouragement, bursting at the seams with unread fiction, history, fascinating plots and familiar characters, I would be fully equipped to immerse myself in the delicious gloominess and write.
Is that thunder I hear?
Chapter One...
Gray days are my favorite kind of days. Some people think they're depressing. I think they're perfect. So peaceful, much more enjoyable than glaring, intense, sizzling-heat-index days. Sunny days demand action, accomplishment. Stress. I actually get disappointed when the sun weasles its way into an overcast sky. I sit at the desk of my Grown-Up Job and anticipate the plink of raindrops on the roof, the pitter-patter of refreshment washing away the grime of yesterday... and I hope the clouds have not begun to clear.
Gray days make me want to write. Stories, poems, essays, nonsense--just get inside my head and write, tucked into my computer room, armed with a pot of coffee and some music, with a blank computer screen inviting me to fill it with whatever strikes me as worthy to be written. With bookshelves lining the walls like friends offering encouragement, bursting at the seams with unread fiction, history, fascinating plots and familiar characters, I would be fully equipped to immerse myself in the delicious gloominess and write.
Is that thunder I hear?
Chapter One...
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