Running in the Rain

This morning I ran in the rain. I hate running, and I hate the rain. So I knew it was going to be a great day from the start. But, I'm trying to be healthy, and it didn't start raining until during my run, so there it was. The first drops were miserable. This was my first time running in the rain. So, I didn't know that I would come to enjoy it. And I'm glad I did it.

In terms of bad analogies, I think writing is like running in the rain. It sucks to stare at that blank page, brainstorming, waiting for that first trickle of inspiration to hit the page, and being miserable that it wasn't as brilliant as you first thought; going back and hammering it out until finally a deluge of letters fill the page. Like a torrent of rain. It feels good to write.