I love, love, love rainy days, Gentle Reader. They are the best, the absolute best for writing. I sit at my desk, the blinds open so the patter of rain on the window can provide accompaniment to my typing. A good cup of coffee, quiet dogs, a sleeping spouse, mornings are my favorite for writing.
Except I have to go to work today, and that, I do not enjoy, not on days like today. Not on good writing days.
I am fortunate to be in a profession that I absolutely adore. As a professor, I talk about books, for a living. But some days, I, too, would like to stay home in my PJs and write, write, write.
Pout, pout, no?
What’s your favorite writing day, Friend?
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