It’s been quite a while since my last blog and for that, I apologize. I have been writing, but not as much as usual and I have been editing my fourth book, which I think has been an ongoing process for a couple years now and the book isn’t even completed. I guess you could say that life got in the way, but recently I have been more determined to make time to work on my book than ever. Life has had its discouraging moments though, and I have wanted to throw the towel in more often than not. Sometimes I think to myself, that woman is a hack. She can’t write. What on earth was she thinking writing three novels and now working on her fourth? Maybe the first three books were just a fluke. But then, last night I was going through old diaries (I have kept them since the age of ten and really only stopped writing in my diary about three years ago, so I have a lot to look back on) and stumbled upon a journal where I had written some stories.
One of these stories was a 98 degrees fandom story that may or may not see the light of day, which I wrote way back in high school. The other was obviously meant to be a whole story but for some reason or other, I abandoned it. I have no idea who the character describing the rain in this book is or even where I was going through the story. I might pick it up again and turn it into an actual novel, but for now, I felt like I wanted to share it. It’s a rare piece when I can’t even remember what I was writing, but it encouraged me to keep writing.
So it is that I wanted to share this brief excerpt that I must have written back in high school. It’s a tiny window into my writer’s soul if you will, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I have enjoyed re-reading it. So, without further ado, here goes.
Outside my window, the rain came down in an endless drizzle. It was so light that from my window, I had to look closely at the trees, just to see the water. It was nearly invisible, but traveling so fast, it could have been pouring. It was a melancholy rain, a hundred tiny drops accumulating on the leaves, then dropping in one large drop, then pooling again, to drop off again. It was the type of rain that you could drive through, and it was deceptively clear which meant a person could get soaked through, as they sought to prove that you couldn’t get very wet. The sky was a whitish grey, and the usually bright green trees and bushes looked dull in its reflection.
I let my mind drift. Drifting to a time when a young girl in bright clothing stood out in such a rain, playing in the puddles, looking at her dark reflection in the deceptively shallow pools gathering around my feet. My hair was stuck to my head and draped down my shoulders, and I opened my mouth, face turned to the sky. I gave up after about two minutes, because there weren’t enough drops at once, or they weren’t big enough, to even feel on my tongue. I splashed through the puddles, free and innocent of any sickness I might get, from being so wet.
My thoughts turned to the present, as I gazed out my window once again, curled up and warm on my bed. Had the rain stopped? I opened the window and leaned out, seeing my breath in a cloud of cold. Still raining. Daydreaming. Days like this can be depressing, or an opportunity to reminisce about the chapters of my life that involved rain. Warm rain, cold rain. It didn’t matter. Rain this light could be very relaxing.
Somewhere a seagull screeched. The sound reminded me of the ocean. The beach. Grey or white, it didn’t matter. The beach has always been a refuge for me. Same as the mountains. It rains like this all over the world, at some time or other. The air was a little chilly, but I hated to close the window. Hated to lock the wonder of it all outside.
What is it about a drizzly rain like this, that makes it seem almost magical? The sunshine afterward? The gentle rhythm on the leaves outside my window? A quiet autumn rain. Maybe a bit too cool. The air had a chill in it, and I felt I must once again close the window, for my health’s sake.
Well, that’s all I wrote. Maybe my next blog entry will be me getting up the courage to write my 98 degrees fanfic for the world to read.
Until next time,
Keep dreaming and never give up!