Never let it be said the weather isn't inspirational.

 I know that my last entry was very depressing, but I don't apologize for it. At the same time it was depressing, I also hope it was uplifting and inspirational. I know so many people who are struggling right now with one issue or another. Sometimes it feels like there's no light at the end of the tunnel, but there is. It amazes me when someone perseveres through some of the harshest of situations.

On a lighter note (because I have misplaced my list of subject matters right this moment - I will find it), last night, my area was drenched in rain. Everything started out with some pitter-pattering against the window. I live in the country right now so I can enjoy listening to the rain and thunder. I just don't have the right kind of porch to enjoy the lightning.

So, while it was starting to rain, I was sitting at the computer, browsers and tabs open, documents awaiting progress, and notebooks and pens surrounding me. This is nothing unusual. There's always some project at various stages, notes I'm making for potential revisions, and I'm now delving back into writing shorter pieces. Flash fiction, to be precise, and I've chosen five of the Norse Goddesses as my subject matter. Call them character studies, if you will. I've written one already tentatively called The Weaver, which focuses on Frigga, wife of Odin, and the fact she is said to see the future. And that she can weave. This is awaiting revisions.

I have three more flash pieces I want to write.

Okay, I can just hear someone saying now, "What does this have to do with the weather?" Relax, my friends, I am getting there.

As I was saying, I have three more flash pieces I want to write about Frigga before moving on to the other four Goddesses. For one of my daily writing goals (which is helping!), I've chosen the next piece to deal with Frigga and motherhood. 

I set this particular goal on the 11th. Last night saw a break through when it started to rain.

I can imagine a woman like Frigga sitting next to a hearth and listening to the rain while soothing a frightened babe or child. It was a small start, but the pitter-pattering of the rain against the window last night inspired. So when you're stuck on a point, when you're not sure of what should happen next, ask yourself, "What's the weather like outside for the character?" It may just spur you to write something magnificent!

Never let it be said the weather can't inspire. And, yes, one day, I would love to start a story with the cliched, "It was a dark and stormy night". 

I hope everyone is enjoying their Sunday!