Writing Weather Again

This morning, I had a bagel with lox, as per my standard Saturday operating procedure, and set myself to work organizing my room. There was supposed to be assembly of an IKEA bookshelf, which given my collection is sorely needed; but every time I look at the box, I find myself remembering what a pain my current shelves were to put up, and making a mental note to plan for someone to come distract me while I assemble. Or possibly assemble for me, depending on the someone.

So now, I turn my thoughts to a shower, and I look out my window, and I see that it's writing weather. Gray in a cottony way, just enough damp to make the cement reflective, a refreshed but belabored look to the trees; the kind of weather that makes me think of first grade, walking around the side of the school building, the way my triceratops eraser smelled (I never did erase anything with that...). It's weather that makes me want the energy to write for eight hours, weather that calls to me to do something with my time.

Today's plan is to see Wolverine with my mother, who is in town whilst my father plays the devil's music for a mass of idolatrous fans; and while I doubt I will find any deep or resonant inspiration in Hugh Jackman's abs, I think it will be a welcome break from routine to see an action movie and spend time with my mother. And then, tonight, I will find something tasty to eat for dinner, and drink a glass of wine, and make the writing magic happen. I hope.

You see, this Not Providence thing has been excellent for my writing discipline; but Not Providence is a work of warm summer nights, of that dark heat that feels just a little bit crazy; it's a work of misspent youth and regrettable life decisions, of actions taken now you'll know you'll regret later. This means that my brain has an excuse to not try for the story tonight, to drink a second glass of wine and watch a second movie and let sleep crawl in behind my eyes. But despite that, despite the story's resistance, I know that today's weather will refresh, and that today's activities will end with me accomplished and inspired; and for that, fog, I am glad you came.