Rainy day people don't talk
They just listen til they've heard it all
--Gordon Lightfoot, "Rainy Day People"
I'm "rainy day people," and that means north Georgia has had plenty of my kind of days so far this year, days like today that are good for a writer. This writer, anyhow. My impressions of the world are clearer in the rain. Perhaps rain is a good conductor of psychic energy and the voice of the muse. A writer needs to listen, I think. Quite often, it's to the natural world, all there is to hear after s/he has silenced the chattering voice inside his or her head and gotten close to what's happening right now, right there.
Today has been a day of listening to what the universe, my muse and my characters wish to tell me. They come with the rain and become quieter on sunny days.
What about you? Is your writing affected by the weather?
Glacier National Park's Historical Red Buses. They've been carrying tourists along the Going-to-the-Sun Highway for 72 years. If it hadn't been for the restoration work done by the Ford Motor Company, the park would have lost the fleet in 1999. I talk about that on my Malcolm's Round Table Blog today.
A Century of Scouting. I guess I've been a round of half a century of Scouting as the BSA celebrates its 100th anniversary this year. I talked about my old Scout troop in Tallahassee in yesterday's Mythrider Blog.
I trust you're having a pleasant week.
Malcolm
3 comments:
Interesting question. Today's quite pleasant and sunny and I've finally started writing those long-awaited chapters. I'm not sure it's the weather's fault though. More that I'm near enough to caught up on other stuff that I felt I could indulge myself.
I really like this post. I was born on a rainy day, and I've always felt that same connection you described when it would rain.
When I lived in Vegas, the rain out there was so amazing to watch and smell - it caused those creative energies to be even stronger! :)
Enjoy the rain & your creativity, my friend! :)
Hi Sheila,
Maybe your muse speaks to you on sunny days. Or, maybe it is just a matter of finding the time to write when all the other chores are done.
Hello L.E.,
I don't have a clue whether I was born on a rainy day or not: since it was Berkeley, it might have been a foggy day. (I also like fog.)
Interesting how you found energy is a Vegas rain. Maybe it was the otherwise dry feeling of the surrounding landscape that accentuated the rain.
Malcolm
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