This morning I woke up to a beautiful sound: Rain.
I write really well when it’s raining.
I’ve never been able to write in the summer. I think it must be due to my Alaskan upbringing where it is ingrained in you that pleasant weather comes in such a short window that you must leap through it and take in everything you can, like a bear storing up for hibernation.
I’ve got a glorious feeling– like Gene Kelly, only I’m writing in the rain.
When do you write best?
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