Something about aggressive rain instills a sense of laziness, urging me to take a long nap (or drink a massive mug of hot cocoa).
But at the same time, it is also perfect writing weather. The dependable rhythm of the drops is that perfect, let-me-create-something-intense kind of white noise.
So, I took a nap and then wrote, all the while thinking of balance. The weather sent my desires into two contrasting directions but in moderation, I could tread through both.
In writing, and life, we may occasionally "feel" like doing two opposing things at once:
*Diet but eat that last Girl Scout cookie
*Read a few more blogs but write a couple hundred words
*Create but enjoy the work of those who already have created
I've seen some efficient bloggers stick to schedules with their posts and well, I wish I was that disciplined but something about routine makes me go a little crazy.
Throughout different periods of our lives, or even during different projects, we will have distinct obstacles to overcome. I have realized that once I start reading---blogs, newspaper articles, a book---it's difficult to stop. Gosh, I could read forever! (This is the same way I feel about school; I could be a student forever. Real world? What real world?!)
I keep seeing that a writer is always reading, but in my case, it is imperative that I set time limits to stop and move on to other things.
"You can have it all. You just can't have it all at once."
sorry to quote Oprah for those of you who refuse to watch her show ;)