Third day of being a writer. Third day of rain. Are the dark clouds of my inner thoughts expanding out into the universe in such a literal way?? Sorry folks. 🙂
One difference: Today I was really HAPPY to get to work. Maybe the rain is washing off my outer layer of resistance? Maybe the coffee is better? Maybe it really helps to establish a habit of writing? Ack! I know the last one is true. But I’m not going to angst about it right now. I’M NOT. I’m going to enjoy it and tear into something creative…RIGHT NOW.