Writing on a Rainy Day…or so I Hoped

Laura Ayo

Laura Ayo

Rainy days are usually the days that I get some of my best writing done. I don’t like being wet unless I’m swimming or soaking in a bubble bath, so I tend to avoid the outdoors when the skies are grey and weepy in favor of some guilt-free hours with my manuscript. There’s just something about the soothing sound of the pattering raindrops on the roof that brings out my creativity.  But it’s been raining at my house for three days straight now, and I’ve barely written anything because of this:

Lucy

This is Lucy. I know. She’s precious. All things are precious at 11 weeks old. And while I didn’t birth her, she clearly shares my sentiment about not wanting to go outdoors when it’s raining. Unlike me, however, she’s not interested in cuddling up somewhere to write to her heart’s content when it’s drizzly and damp outside .

Her heart’s content consists of decimating woodland creatures:

Lucy_w_rabbit

 

 

 

 

 

 

Helping me with the dishes:

Lucy_in_dishwasher

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Helping me with the laundry:

Lucy_in_towel

 

 

 

 

 

 

Helping me recycle:

Lucy_w_newspaper

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Playing keep-away with my pencil:

Lucy_w_pencil

 

 

 

 

 

 

And the list goes on and on. Rain, rain, go away, I need my puppy to go outside to play…and potty. (You can thank me later for not posting a picture for that one.) Hopefully, there are sunny skies in tomorrow’s forecast.

One response to “Writing on a Rainy Day…or so I Hoped

  1. Of course she’s cute. It’s a survival mechanism. Nobody would put up with babies or puppies if they were anything less than adorable. Good news: She’ll grow out if it. Bad news: She’ll never be quite this cute again.

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