My mind is in a million different places at once. There’s a voice speaking pretty loudly in my head, but she’s speaking muffled words I don’t really understand. I think the muse is trying to communicate with me but there’s some interference. Creative static? 
I don’t know. But I think tonight calls for the type of writing you do in an old, beat up journal, to the sound of the rain falling pitter-patter on the roof.
During the day, the rain might seem like an inconvenience, but at night, when it’s late and you’re crawled up under the covers, it’s kind of nice to hear it fall. Lulling, really. I’m looking forward to it. Maybe it’ll help put me in the right frame of mind. My heroine is actually very closely associated to the rain. Coincidence? I think not. The muse is definitely trying to tell me something. I just wish she’d use a language I understand.
On another note, I got some bookmarks that I ordered which I’m very excited about! The quality is great, and the paper stock is sturdy. I love them! I’ll be sending those out with gift packages and book giveaways and such. *mini squee!*
Hope you’ve all had a groovy Monday.
Image: Catching Rain by Philster22 at DeviantArt.com
