I promised myself that I would make time to write and even though it is getting pretty late tonight, I intend to keep my word to myself. It may not be a long post, but it’s going to be from the heart.
It’s been two days since the camping weekend came to a close. Now that we are back home, we had to catch up on lots of things. The lawn needed to be cut, the animals needed extra attention, and all the house work was backed up as well. So needless to say, it has been busy around here. But I am happy to say that things are looking good now, except the weather. It has been a gloomy day today, with rain on and off, misty and then downpour. The dogs had to spend the day inside, which I assume is boring for them because there is nothing to bark at except the cat.
The temperature has been very nice and cool, which is great because our A/C is being stupid right now. We’ve enjoyed having the breeze come through the open windows and the sound of the rain makes it even better. It’s a great atmosphere to write. I would love to set up my writing desk in front of the window, but the room is not the correct configuration for that to happen. Besides, once the A/C is fixed and summer hits, the windows will be closed and the sounds will be gone. Then I’ll have to rely on Spotify for my audible motivation and inspiration.
Unlike while camping last weekend, I am now using all my fingers on the keys, making it much easier to type a post. I know I will be able to take my laptop with me on the next camping adventure, and even though I won’t be able to publish while in the woods, I can type my heart away at speeds thumb typing on the phone can’t match. So my next promise to myself will be to get my thoughts into a draft before packing up to come home from a trip. Get my thoughts out while I am still in the atmosphere that inspires the thoughts in the first place. That would make the most sense I would imagine. The farther away from nature I get, the more detail I will lose in the creative process. So while I sit here in bed, feeling the cool breeze from the open window, listening to the crickets and birds from that same window, I remind myself of a few things. When I find myself lacking inspiration or the mood to put words to paper, all I need to do is simply open a window. Nature is my inspiration and whether it’s coming from outside my bedroom window or through the canvas and zippers of my pop up camper, it will enable me to keep my promise to myself and just keep writing.