Today is one of those days I used to wake up to and think, yuck! It’s cloudy, rainy and chilly out. Not the kind of day which inspires me to get anything productive done. Or so used to be the case. But since I’ve started writing again, I’ve found I actually like these rainy days. Things are quiet. I mean, I can generally write no matter what is going on around me. Once I allow myself to get sucked back into the story… well, my husband can attest to the fact I become oblivious to everything around me. Everything. Drives him nuts sometimes, I know. But this morning, with the soft patter of rain on the roof and the absence of human noises outside, wow, a whole new level of concentration is realized.

And that chill I know is in the air out there… there is something to be said for a nice, hot cup of coffee sitting on the table next to me as I peck away on the keyboard of my computer. It’s absolutely relaxing. Then add to that the pellet stove burning beside me, warming the house the way only a fire can do… I could do this every day