Alberta is like a teenage girl who cannot decide how she is feeling. I know, because I was that girl. Sunny and excited to start the day and then, in an instant, thunderous anger, ready to attack, with lightening bolts flashing from my eyes.
The temperamental weather makes me want to run outside and absorb the sun before the clouds hide it from me. I am rereading the Mercy Thompson series by Patricia Briggs; instead of working through the notes my former self has left me to deal with. She forgets she and I are the same and will have to deal with them at some point in the future.
Today the sun won. Instead of typing away in my office, I picked a mug full of raspberries to snack on as my eyes devoured Iron Kissed, book three in the Mercy Thompson series.
It was the right decision. The clouds have moved in and threatened thundershowers with wind gusts and hail. Summers in Alberta are not long, to begin with, and sunny days even rarer. I read three chapters before I was chased inside. So now I edit. After the fresh air and sublime story, I am enjoying the process. The storm harries me along. To think one day someone else will be enjoying my story pulls me through the process. What weather has you considering playing hooky from work?
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