Thoughts on a Rainy Saturday Morning

What I thought last night as I got ready for bed: I'm getting up early tomorrow to tweak Kill the Locust, no interruptions.

What I thought when I woke up this morning: Do I have to get up? Today would be a good day to lie in bed. After all, I've worked hard (mostly on other than writing) this week. At that time, it was a little after 5:30 AM. Two and a half hours till Cultivate opens. I ate, washed my hair, wrote four pages in my journal, and packed my bag--in spite of feeling worn out. 

Why was I so tired?

Usually, for the first few hours of early mornings, I'm mostly oblivious to everything else. Therefore, when I walked out to my car, I noticed it had rained. Oh! No wonder I'd poured my heart out in four pages, front and back, of my journal--and felt like going back to bed.

Do I give in to my tiredness or take full advantage of this rainy Saturday morning? 

THE LATTER. 

Soon after I made my beeline to my usual spot at Cultivate and started unpacking, I realized I'd forgotten my smartphone. Not wanting to be without it--who can't and won't in this day and age?--I drove home and got it.

Surprisingly, I wasn't too upset. I knew I'd still have time to write. Plus, it allowed me to think about writing this as my blog post for the month.

The two biggest takeaways for this early rainy Saturday morning (before 10:00):

(1) If you don't sweat the small stuff, something good will come out of it. Be open to it.

(2) Write anyway, even when you're feeling tired and are sacrificing rest. We talked about this before last month's Word Weavers Page 48 meeting, about writing at odd hours, especially at 2 or 3 AM. I thought about this a lot over the past few weeks. Thanks for the healthy, encouraging conversation, J. D. Wininger .

I'm now settled here and in a writing groove. With this wet morning and the brief interruption, let me see how much better I can give Amy, my main character, hope and strength in all her physical and emotional pain.