Writing is like a lazy summer breeze

There are days when Writing is like a lazy summer breeze. It sweeps you along and you get lost in its fragrant waves. It’s easy and fun and you fall in love before the sun sets.

Then there are days when Writing is like a spring storm, pounding so hard that you can’t see through the razors of rain. About the only thing you can do is wait for the sky to part.

I much prefer the lazy summer breezes, but I appreciate the spring storms. How about you?