Rainy Sundays


This rainy Sunday has me not giving a sip about anything, especially since I somehow have developed a cold overnight.

I’m having one of those days where I know I have work to do, but actually doing the work seems tedious, unnecessary, and not really worthwhile. What I really want is to just write. But I don’t even really want to write this blog. I want to be writing a story, but of what? I have a ton of ideas that I can’t really seem to sort out.

Each little character has their own life, has their own plot line, and their own conflicts, but somedays I feel that I think of too many stories that I can’t narrow down to the one I want to write, so I just don’t. Probably not the best idea, but the only one I have at the moment.

From a former student: Some things are just too accurate on a rainy day