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berriesI’m finding that the time I spend not writing is as important as the time spent with fingers on the keyboard.  I’ve always known my daily jog adds to my creative process.  It’s like meditation – feet hitting the pavement in rhythm for five miles.  My mind wanders in a stream of consciousness fog and scenes from my novel unfold before me like a movie.  Most of my writing is now done between the hours of 9pm and 11pm – after the kids have gone to bed and I can finally focus.  It’s become my routine: Kiss the kids goodnight, clean up dinner dishes, pour a cold beer, write.  But it’s what happens throughout the day that determines how well that writing session goes.

Today I woke up to rain.  As tropical storm whatever-they-named-it moves up the east coast, a steady patter of rain sounds on our roof.  Outside, I can hear it on the tree canopy and I imagine the rainforest – either tropical, or coastal like the south west region of Alaska.  It’s in the mid sixties out, and the rain is pleasant on my skin.  After putting 6yo on the bus, I tossed the umbrella aside and picked strawberries from our garden.  I’m not normally a rainy day person (thunderstorms are a whole other thing), but today I love the wet.  I’m going running in it, throwing my iPhone in its waterproof case and fully intending on arriving home soaked and full of ideas.

Fresh strawberries in the kitchen, the drum of rain on our roof and gutters, the shocking green of late spring right outside my window.  I foresee a successful evening of writing ahead of me.

Comments(4)

  1. I agree I love the sound of rain but it makes me sleepy. I have sort of a routine too, but since I have to work second shift it makes it hard some days to get a decent amount written. I set a goal on my days I work, for a minimum of 500 words since I also have other things to do and on my days off a minimum of 1000 words. Hopefully more though.

    1. That’s great! I try to get most of my weekly writing goal done during the week, cause the kids’ activities tend to eat up my weekends. Flexibility is important though – I never know when something work or family is going to trump “writing time.”

  2. I’m envious of that perfect setting in the creative process for writing. For me, the rain makes it better!

    1. I do love the sound! We’re supposed to get hit pretty hard tonight, so by the time I’m writing there will be a downpour and winds – perfect for writing a fight scene.

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