by Elle Cyre
Many thoughts on how writing has influenced my life.
|There is something about rainy days...maybe it is the soft patter of raindrops on the roof or the sound of the wind in the trees or the gentle trickle of water off the eaves. It has a strange, calming effect on the soul. You just want to curl up in a blanket on the couch next to your cat and sip a cup of hot coffee while you stare out into the rain.
It is mesmerizing, soothing--yet sad and depressing at the same time. Like a character once said on a TV show (bonus points if you recognize it) "I like old things; they make me sad--and sad is happy for deep people."
The irony of rainy days? Although I love them, I hate them at the same time, because I never feel like doing anything. I literally do nothing all day. I've got plenty of outlining, character-building and world design to get done. Save it for a rainy day, right? Nope. I'm lucky if I get around to reading something, let alone writing.
There probably is a scientific explanation for it, like how the lack of sunlight affects the sleep portion of our brain and we feel lethargic, as in winter when depression sets in. It is hard to be inspired when all we want to do is lay around. So naturally, when the sun is shining and the birds are singing, I end up inside--because I feel inspired to write.
I love the outdoors. As a kid I longed for the hours of school to be over so I could go out and have fun romping in the meadows and playing in the woods. It is wrong, somehow, to stay indoors when the weather is beautiful--when the sky is blue and the clouds are drifting across like lumps of whipped cream and the green grass shimmers and moves in the gentle breeze.
Thus is my predicament; I languish between the desire to stay in my room and write when I know I should enjoy the sunshine, and.when the rainy days come, I fight the urge to go out in the wind and gloom when I know I should take advantage of the dreary weather and write. My head and my heart never agree.