Sunday morning rain is falling. Steal some covers share some skin...

...Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable, you twist to fit the mold that I am in...

Okay, so it's actually Wednesday but, there's something very calming about the first hours of the morning. I love listening to the world come alive. You hear a few cars around 5 then more around 6. At half past 6 you start to hear the school buses, more cars... Around 7 kids laughing and walking to another day at school. It's nice. It's one of the reasons I love being home in the morning.

I always feel so inspired to write in the morning. I feel, of course, at my most calm at this time. But it's so disheartening when nothing comes out. I love the way a pencil feels in my hand. I don't have one right now, and I know from too many lost and smudged entries that writing stories in pencil is not the business. Alas, I just love the sound of pencil on paper. It reminds me of a time when the stories flew out faster than I could write them. A hand cramp was nothing compared to getting the next sentence out. I'd write for hours, something new every day. I was full of ideas, both old ones and new ones - originals and fan fictions.

Harry Potter fan fiction was a big part of my life for a long time. It opened me up to a preexisting world and allowed me in a sense to do whatever my hearts content was - after all, anything is possible in the wizarding world. Most of the time though the focus wasn't on the magic. No, my hearts content was to express the more human side of the characters in a variety of ways - magic always took a back seat. I was never good with the fantasy of things anyway. That's why I can't watch horror films, lol.

Yet here I sit right now, the sky is overcast and the house is quiet. Everything is perfect, and even if I don't write the next great American novel, I'm content with this moment right now, this feeling right here, and whatever comes of it...

Until then...