It’s been a couple of frosty mornings of late, with chilly light rain (not quite sleet) when there hasn’t been any frost. Today wasn’t looking much better, but once the light drizzle had cleared, it has turned into an absolutely stunning, if cool, late autumn day.
While it’s beautiful outside, and rainy weather just seems to be the best for writing in, all the minutiae has been taken care of and now the ready and waiting canvas of stories-to-be stretches out in front of me. It is a wonderful feeling to have, after so long plumbing the depths of slaving to another’s drum beat (woo for mixed metaphors!).
I was beginning to wonder whether I could make the time to write as I had last year, or even whether I was going to be able to make it back to where I was. A couple of well-deserved days of rest (if you could call running around dealing with chores rest) and the semi-dormant spark has licked back into a bright flame.
After all the days, weeks, and even months, where writing for my loyal readers seemed to be as unreachable as the stars, a small turn of good fortune and things are back to where they should be.
If anyone’s looking for me, I’m busy crafting worlds. Worlds of sensual activity, rounded characters, emotion that leaps from the page / screen and, most importantly, stories that capture what is seen in my mind and share the feeling and imagery with the satisfied reader.
The Tabula Rasa is filled once more.