I had planned on getting some writing done today. I very much wanted to as it has been a while since I've allowed myself to even think about my stories. However, pouring rain and constant thunder dictated the wisdom of shutting down the pc.
My consolation prize?
Lying in the hammock on the balcony, listening to the pounding storm and enjoying the coolness while immersing myself in The Etched City by K. J. Bishop.
I can think of worse ways to spend a slice of my day.
But now that the rain has ended, the blank pages call, hoping I'll at last unleash a little of my imagination on to them.
They may regret it later. >:)