Writing when it is raining outside is such a joy. Specially when it is the kind of rain that pours down in Malaysia, in torrents, clouding out everything from miles around, darkening the sky so you have to switch on lights in the afternoon.
A friend of mine who is stuck in traffic in KL town just called me, and said I was so lucky, I could curl up at home with a book if I wanted to. She certainly wouldn’t mind, she said.
I know I’m lucky. I don’t have to go out to work, I can be writing in my pyjamas and nobody would be the wiser. I can lie back and take a break on a rainy afternoon, go tinker with the aquarium or place some of the plants in the balcony so they can take a shower, even get wet before heading to the shower myself.
Being able to stay at home doing exactly as you please is one of the blessings of a freelance career, or of a writing career in case you are not too worried about the bills.
But paying the bills is a big part of who we are, especially in these financially difficult times. A time which would perhaps someday be known as the Second Great Depression.
So, rain, poetry and writing for the sake of it is all very well, but I need to get down to work if I want cash. Which I do. So, back to work.
See you all after the weekend, I hope it is a relaxing one for one and all!
What a blessing, Darc, what a blessing!
Indigo, rain depresses me if it is unrelenting. Rains in Malaysia are usually half-hour affairs though, and mostly the sun is bright and shining afterward.
I hear you, Annie, I’m only lucky we don’t get that sort of rain here.
Rain in Alberta is cold and the damp after seeps into the bones.
I usually love rainy days, finding them cozy. Yesterday, though, I found myself quite depressed. I don’t know if that had to do with the darkness or not, but if felt unlike me.
Have a great weekend too, Damyanti. May words flow from you as rain from a Malaysian storm.