While I’m not exactly thrilled tomorrow is supposed to be rainy and dreary, part of me likes it just fine. I’ll be spending the bulk of the day writing and it’s something of a romantic notion to be holed up in my warm, cozy apartment pounding on the computer keys while raindrops pelt the windows.
I love being immersed in a writing project that feels so in synch with my life and my spiritual philosophy. I am giving birth to something special, of that I am certain. It has (finally!) become a labor of love.
The frig is stocked with fruit salad and cheese, the cupboards with crackers and tea. Sounds like a plan.
Bring on the April showers.