I'm not afraid to say it. I love my little mountain home, but I'm not sure where Spring went, and Summer's heat and humidity are gathering on every solid surface. What does this have to do with writing? I was going to make some obscure cosmic connection, but it's hot and I'm cranky, so I'll admit there's nothing. I am writing, of course. The second book, 'Twins', of my Ereban Trilogy is half first-drafted. And yes, that's a word.
The positives? Fresh tomatoes and bright colors at the farmers' market, if you can get there early. I don't know about your part of the world, but in mine, if you show up past 10, you're getting bugs in your cucumbers and that's how it goes. The early bird gets the watermelon. Also, when the rain finally breaks through and falls it doesn't chill your bones like it will in November. You can just let it fall on you and be glad of it. Which is good, because it falls sideways, and there's really nowhere to run.
Rainy weather is great for writing, and sleeping, and it's important to keep them separate. I always do. I've never fallen asleep on my keyboard and typed pages and pages of the letter 'G', because I am a sophisticated adult who is in charge of things. For example, I remembered to buy toothbrushes on the first try, despite the heat radiating forth from the pavement at midday.
I'm sure you're impressed.