Yesterday the wind was fierce. So bad, in fact, a friend in town from Minnesota was left surprised and breathless from it. And today the temperature plunged into the single digits.
She has winter weather war stories that will play in Minnesota of all places. Imagine that.
I am tired enough today that, despite drinking out of a cup like a big girl for several years now, I just dribbled my much-needed coffee. Not sure which is worse: the potential mess, or the fact that between starting this sentence and ending it, I’d forgotten the punchline.
As I said, tired.
On this flat, gray Monday, the gears in my head failing to catch, the entire outside tired of winter, I am not heading into my week inspired. I would like to be inspired, of course. Who doesn’t want to be inspired?
But instead I am much like the weather, as though it has seeped all the way through. Which it does, around this time in February.
Spring’s got to show up at some point, right?
Anyway I hope you’re having a much sharper start to the week than I am. Have a great Monday.
I’m late posting today because I’ve been involved in some chat room drama.
Spurred by a dramatic return by someone who made a dramatic exit. I will spare you the gory dramatic details, but I find myself fascinated by how much like junior high things can get in the span of less than a morning if you have the right agitators involved.
Which got me thinking about writing. Which these things do. Because nothing is better writing fodder than people who act in ways that are both predictable and yet surprising.
As real people do.
Observing conflict in the wild, even conflict aimed at you (which this was) can help with plot and character development. In fiction, our characters always seem to have clear, definite motivations. People need to want something, if only a glass of water, to paraphrase the Great Kurt Vonnegut.
Sometimes, the motivation we give them in a story is bigger, deeper, grander than it has to be. Think about the contrast if something huge and story-shaping comes from something small or petty. Like in life, the small things snowball, and that can make for something compelling.
So see? Even a weird, not great morning can be inspiring. Or, scratch that, weird, not great mornings can be especially inspiring.