On this lazy, rainy Sunday, I’m just going to muse. This is a forewarning that it might be rambling and make no sense. But it sure feels good to me.
I’ve read that on the days you don’t feel like writing, this is the optimum time to write. I’ve also read that if you don’t feel like writing, then don’t.
People complain about writing; people complain needing a schedule in order to write. Then people complain about the complaints about writing.
All of this does nothing for me because I don’t actually consider myself a writer. When I think of writers, I think immediately Stephen King.
Love a Rainy Sunday
Love a rainy Sunday. It’s calm, I don’t have errands to do that need me to go outside and get wet. Don’t have anything on my to-do list for this day.
Love a break from the run, run, running that always begins with a Monday.
What comes to mind when I think of rain?
2. Before the Rain – Thomas Bailey Aldrich
We knew it would rain, for all the morn
A spirit on slender ropes of mist
Was lowering its golden buckets down
Into the vapory amethyst.
Of marshes and swamps and dismal fens—
Scooping the dew that lay in the flowers,
Dipping the jewels out of the sea,
To sprinkle them over the land in showers.
We knew it would rain, for the poplars showed
The white of their leaves, the amber grain
Shrunk in the wind—and the lightning now
Is tangled in tremulous skeins of rain!
3. Have You Ever Seen the Rain – Creedence Clearwater Revival
A rainy winter Sunday. I must continue to veg the day away.
Sally in the Zen