Thursday, February 17, 2005


When I left for work this morning, the sun was shining. It was warm, for 6:45AM. I'm wearing a skirt and was comfortable. No wind, no clouds. It stayed that way most of the morning. Leaving to grab lunch just now, I stepped outside into gusty winds (can never quite get used to the sight of palm trees blowing furiously in the wind), gray skies, cold. I love it when this happens. There's something about weather changing on a dime (not overnight, not over the course of several hours, but going from one sort of day to another in a matter of minutes) that gives me goosebumps. It might just be that I love a good story, and every good story has a precise moment when things turn. Even though the true shift is inevitably a gradual one, there's always a moment of change. Or maybe (although lately, when this has happened, it has not been to my benefit) I just like the idea that a day can turn out completely differently than you'd imagined it would.

The chapter I am working on right now is giving me a really hard time. What do you do when something needs to be told and you can't figure out how to tell it?


this is me said...

Weather changes like that in Michigan during the winter can be deadly.

I hate snow.

Aunt Jan said...

What's your book? How close is it to completion? How long have you been working on it? Writers are my heroes; best of luck to you, sweetie!

Anonymous said...

So you are actually working on a book? I didn't know that; tell me more.