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.