Seren has me working on a new story. It’s not a happy story, probably not even erotica, although sex will be important to the storyline. Perhaps that is another blog entry one day: is a story with explicit sex equal to erotica? But I digress. Sometimes, I need to leave the keyboard; I need to think. I’ve found lately that the best way to think is to walk outside alone. Seren whispers to me, my mind wanders across the characters, the plot and how everything weaves together. Sometimes, I arrive back at the keyboard, forced to rewrite or adjust, but usually I have a better idea of how to move the characters through.
Usually I’m a fair-weather dragon. I enjoy sunshine on my face. This particular morning, rain drizzled from the sky, and unpredictable gusts of wind would claw at any umbrella. The weather matched Seren’s mood and she wasn’t to be denied. After six kilometres, my head remained dry, but the rest of me: soaked to the skin, especially my feet. There is nothing quite like the sensation of bliss when stepping from a steady light rain into a warm inviting abode, peeling soaked runners and socks from one’s toes and settling under a blanket to write.