testing tags

having a problem getting posts to show up… testing to see if tags are working yet

Writing Exercise: What is your favorite type of weather?

A sure fire cure for writer’s block. Try it and see, this little trick works wonders for getting you thinking about the atmosphere of a story, thus setting the scene for everything eles.

You know how they say when you can’t think of anything else to say, than just talk about the weather? Well, now, that got me to thinking: Why not? Well, one thought lead to another, and here I am asking you, What is your favorite type of weather? So, I ask you, who says you can’t write a story or get an idea for a story, from writing about the weather? And thus I bring you to this week’s writing exercise. Undertake it with care, for in the wrong hands the weather can be a dangerouse thing.

To help you get started, I’ll first figure out which is mine.

This one was a hard toss up with me… took me a while of sitting here staring at the choices before I could finally decide… here’s how I came to my conclusion and how I voted:at first I was gonna pic Sunny, because it’s my fave type of weather to be out in… the warm sun on my face, the warm earth benearth my toes, birds singings in the trees, a cool breeze with soft fluffy clouds… a sunny day is pure heaven…BUT…I live in the very cold north were a sunny day is a rare a precious thing, we don’t see them often, we’ve had snow in all 12 months of the year, and right in the middle of August it’s only in the 50′s F. Here we get alot of snow… 2 years ago we had 102″ (yeah that’s 9 feet)… I like the snow, it’s a peaceful quite thing, soft and fluffy, yet cold and dealy… like a viper, laying beatiful on the ground but well kill you if it had the chance… I almost voted for Snow

…hhhmm…

than I saw Thunder Storms… brillant blazing flashes of purple lights and blue streaks that dazzle across the sky like fireworks, thrundous crackles and booms that shake the ground, wind that rips giant pines off their root stalks and throws then through your house (this happened to us dueing Hurrican Bob)… terrifing and exhilerating, I love a good thunder storm, but I didn’t vote for them either…

ahhhhh…

here we are… Twilight Zone music plays in the background… Alfred Hitchcock slowly come walking in and tells us how birds are such sweet little things… Vincent Price cackles with wicked glee as the pendulum comes swinging closer and coser threatening to rip you in half… and all the while a thick dense fog is rolling in from off the marsh… the lighthouse warns of it’s impending doom, while the Ripper stalks the streets of London under its silvery cloak… and Poe sermonizes on the fears of death and ravens… FOG… it’s the thing nightmares are made of, it send thrills and chills tingling down your spine, it gives you atmoshere and opens your eyes to fears you never knew existed…

and than there’s OOB, my home town, Fog is the weather we see each night, as the tide rolls in, bringing with it the salty mist of the night, filling the air with the smell of lobsters and seaweed… I live in a fishing village in Maine… I love the smell of the salty foggy air that floods our yard each morning…

as much as I enjoy sunny days, snowy winters, and stormy nights… it’s the fog that reaches in and touches my very soul… I voted for FOG