Spent the weekend in a queasy haze, but I think whatever was upsetting my system is done with me. But I have to say, if I must spend a couple days fading in and out of consciousness, the way I want to do it is with the soft darkness of a thunderstorm wrapping me like a blanket while the rain chants and whispers in my ears. I love the storms that Dennis has brought. With the air so soft, and the purple-grey sky, I can’t help but be soothed. I look out the window and I see the trees dancing in the wind. It’s just perfect.
Except I hope none of the dancing trees gets dizzy and falls down.
3-day form pass from Fictitious Force.
I need to set aside the short story idea that had me in a research frenzy and finish up that folk tale. I really must complete something here.
The next journalist I see or hear making a “Dennis the Menace” pun does so at his peril.
Nice. Seeing the silver lining literally in the clouds.
So are you of the mind that the best thing you’ve ever written is what you’re working on right now? (Question in reference to getting caught up in research frenzy.)
I never think the story I’m currently working on is my best. It’s only after something’s done that I can read it over and go “this is really good!” I just try to get caught up in the WIP effort when I’m in progress.