Today has been a research day with only a small bit of writing. My character has wanted something she can’t get, and now she will be meeting the person who thwarted her. When she takes the time to listen to a bit of this person’s family history, she begins to understand. The problem is, I’M the one who has to come up with that history, and it’s taken many hours of research and thought. I’ll be ready to dive into writing it all tomorrow, I hope.
In the interest of writing something, I grabbed this book and opened it to a random page, where the prompt read, Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? I thought of another of my characters who finds late afternoon and early evening the low point of his day. He gets that from me. Sunrises. Definitely sunrises, never more so than when we have power outages, and I get to experience what I wrote below. Don’t know if you can read it, but feel free to share your own preference in comments.
I’m a morning person, but since all of my apartment windows face due west and all I get to see are more apartments, either way, I have to go outside and walk the alleyway to find out what that sun is doing, lurking around the horizon of desert mountains.
Walking to greet the sun is nice, too.
I used to be a night person, but somehow along the way, I became a person who likes the morning. IF I’ve had enough sleep. If I don’t, I still try to carve out a part of the morning for normalcy with my routines, but at some point, I’ll have to nap. Those times past of getting by on four hours of sleep just don’t cut it anymore.
Four hours of sleep were never enough for me; I’ll feel like I’m a dead man walking or get a bad headache later in the afternoon. So sleep I must, especially when there are good dreams to be lived, yet I can’t sleep in unless I’m not.
Those times you get to sleep in, and events conspire to make it possible–the phone doesn’t buzz, the doorbell doesn’t ring, nobody starts up a vacuum cleaner, a leaf blower, or a lawn mower, the dogs don’t bark, and you aren’t awakened by a bad dream or a desperate need to pee–THOSE ARE THE BEST TIMES.
I love sunsets, but I’m probably more of a sunrise person. I’m definitely more of a morning person – a lark, rather than an owl.
Similarly, autumn used to be my favourite season (and I still love it), but spring has probably taken it’s place in my heart. All that promise.
All seasons have their beauty, and I miss living in a place with four distinct seasons. There’s something about the light in fall that I like best. Fall sunsets can be amazing. And being near a large body of water at either sunset or sunrise is extraordinary.