The weather here in San Francisco, especially the fog in summer and the rain from November through April, makes it easy to stay inside and write. Not that writing is easy, although the hardest part is making myself sit down long enough to do it. The inspiration usually comes. Sometimes it even feels like it's flowing through me and nothing exists beyond the ideas and the words. That's an amazing state of mind. I'm grateful for ever experiencing it.
I don't enjoy looking at a computer screen — it makes me feel ill after a while — so I may just have to write longhand now that I'm focusing on writing again. Does that make me pseudo-Amish? There are worse things to be. The Amish are the people who actively practice forgiveness -- remember how they forgave the man who shot and killed several of their children at school a few years ago? And how they comforted his family? They also believe that people with disabilities are born to teach us how to love. That is certainly true for my family.