I must tell you, and I hope you won’t be too jealous, but the weather in Georgia right now is absolutely GORGEOUS. Bright and sunny, a little nip in the morning, warming in the afternoon, humidity nearly non-existent. Honestly, if you were singing, “Oh, What a Beautiful Morning,” you’d be singing about my little corner of the world.
Though I work on the inside, I love the outside. And I wanted to sort of bring the gorgeous outside into my writing space. So I made a slight modification to my office (which you can read about in “My Writing Room With a View” over at The Muffin.)
Seriously, it’s an inspiring view! Except that I feel like I should be writing about puppies or rainbows or pumpkin festivals. You know, subjects that require a certain amount of bliss. Instead, I am barreling into the scaryscreepy, not to mention intense, climax of my YA novel. What I need is abject terror! Chlling fear! Run-for-your-life tension!
Yesterday, I went back upstairs around 10:00 at night to work on some edits/rewrites of the chilling chapter. Looking out into the inkyblack night really put me in the mood. So now I’m thinking that maybe for this gorgeous day, I should work a little on my happy, little picture book and save the creepy for tonight when the wind blows eerily through the trees.
What about you? Is your writing affected by your surroundings? Maybe I need to put up some curtains until I finish the work-in-progress?
Or maybe I just need to quit making excuses–and write.