A Break in The Rain

The inclement weather (it's pissing it down as my dad always says) has driven me to reading ... and writing (typing, if you want to get all pedantic on me).

I'm sat in a caravan in Wales; halfway between Cricceith and Pwllheli, surrounded by stunning scenery.  I got here on Monday and, with the exception of this morning, the weather has been good.

But, as I was saying ... typing ... I've been reading, Doctor Sleep to be precise, Stephen King's latest book.  King was the first adult author I ever read.  He seems on good form in this latest story.

Taking a break from reading, I remembered that I used to enjoy writing as much as I enjoy reading.  And then I remembered this blogger page, something I haven't updated in three years.

So, here I am.  Writing.  Rambling.  I remember my English Lit teacher calling it  "stream of conscience" or something.

The last few years I've kidded myself that I don't have the time to read or write as much as I like, if at all.  I suppose it would be more accurate to say I've been lying to myself.

So, here I am.  Contemplating.  Considering a promise.  Not to you, but to myself.  I'm going to start writing more.  Whether anybody reads it or not, doesn't matter to me.

It's kind of like ... therapy.