Yesterday was a beautiful day. Cold, yes, but the sun was shining and everything glistened from the frost and with all the Christmas decorations up, it was a truly beautiful day. A day that normal people find impossible not to be out in. Unless you are me.
I find beautiful days the best for working.
I had the most productive writing day in a long time. I did go out, I had to deposit a check. I enjoyed being out. It was lovely. But I itched to get back to the keyboard, because I'd had a break through. I've been stuck on the last section of this chapter and after days of rewriting, it still sucked in the way few things have sucked before. And suddenly, with the appearance of the sun, all became clear.
And it's not like I'm working in the sun or getting any benefit from the good weather. My desk is in a little corner of the room, far from the window. Half the time I miss the weather completely because I can't see it from my desk. Why is it that on gorgeous days I suddenly find myself in my cubby hole madly writing while other people are suddenly drawn to the outdoors? It's really traumatic when the Danish Boy has a day off on nice weather days because then he drags me off somewhere and I get nothing done.
It's the cold rainy grey days that are perfect for me to take a day off. Not that I like going out in the rain, but I find it almost impossible to work. Today, for instance, is a very cold grey day. It's so bloody cold that it looks like it snowed, the frost is really really thick and it's covering everything. Including the underside of things, which snow doesn't normally do.
Kinda stupid for a person who works best in sunny conditions to perpetually live in cold and dark locations, isn't it?