I love writing in the rain. Makes it seem a little more worthwhile, since there's really nothing else you can do in the rain. Except play in it. But I've never had the privilege. I was always told it wasn't healthy as a kid. Then in college I couldn't get my friends to join me when half the school was out playing in the rain. One day I'll play in the rain. Actually, I'm so obsessed with the idea I might just sit down and write something about it. Oooh... I could put it in the play idea I want to write. Score!
Sorry... when I get a great idea it's best to publicly ramble. Everything else is good. Today is a slower writing day, but some work is still getting done. Tomorrow I have to kick it back up in high gear because it's May. It's May already? I hate how time flies. Pretty soon I'll be moving again and trying to answer all of those big life questions like what I should do, how I should do it, and whether it's worth the bother. Usually it is.