Rain

It’s been raining a lot during the past days. On and off showersm it’s almost as though the clouds have a predestined turn to drop their tears and run away. It’s so mesmerizing. Call me a romantic, but I really love rain. I like the way rain feels, the way it sounds, the way the drops sway with the wind.

There’s a hill next to my house. I don’t know who owns it, but whoever it is, he doesn’t have plans for it. It’s never irrigated, so the grass is always brown and nasty. With these rains, the hill turned bright green in less than a day.

I remember we studied rain in english class, was tht last year, or the year before last year? Cleansing, rebirth, sorrowful skies, sadness, spring. Those were all things the teacher said about rain.  But back then, I really didn’t care, I just wanted to go outside and run in the rain during track practice.

I’m more serious about my writing now. I do care.

Freedom

Well, the hardest week of my life so far is over. It was actually over on Friday, but I was just to busy enjoying the taste of freedom to blog about it. Finals are over, at least for now they are.

Now that those cursed tests are over, I can go back to my regular life. I mean the one where I don’t stay up until midnight studying. I can go back to the life I like, the one in which I play guitar for hours, hang out with friends, just relax. Of course, writing! I can get back to writing. That’s good because I fell behind on because of finals.

The Time Bomb

I know I shouldn’t be doing this. There’s more important things to worry about this week. But when the idea came to me as I ate a red apple, I couldn’t help but to let it soar on its own and see where it would take me.

I’m talking of my new writing project, a short story called The Time Bomb. I  work on during the little gasps of rest between history review and math worksheets.  I think it’s going pretty well. So far I have about 1,500 words. I’m new to the short story writing deal so I don’t know what number of words to shoot for.

Zut! Here we go again. I keep telling myself, it’s not all about the word count, you don’t end when you hit a certain number, you end when the story ends. That’s what NaNoWriMo does to you, but I still like it.

I think the genre for this new story of mine will probably be Sci-Fi. Never actually written any of the Sci-Fi stuff. I’m more of a fantasy writer, since I spend a lot fo my reading time next to fantasy authors like Tolkien and Paolini.

 I do like Sci-Fi though, especially the ones about society gone wrong in the future, like The Handmaid’s Tale, by Atwood or The Giver. Good books.

For now, I have to leave this screen and move back to the painful world of Jacksonian Politics. As for the story, I’m just going wherever The Time Bombs takes me. I just hope it doesn’t expolde on me.