Blue Skies

Dear Brave Writers: it is a rainy day here in Manhattan, cool for the first time in ages, and I find it delightful! I love a good gray day that doesn't try to be as cheerful as all the other days. Blue skies insist we all act so happy to match. Sunny days exhaust me. But when it's like gunmetal, I honestly feel as if I can enjoy my happy state more. The backdrop of gloom helps me gush about any joy I find - I shine (and annoy people) in bad weather. 

I tell you this because I think it's a great way to build character. Pick some oddity you enjoy and use it to fashion an entrance. I imagine a character gleefully entering from a storm. Or use a bit of quirk to write a monologue that is mostly metaphor or subtext because no one talks about the weather (or whatever) and means the weather (or whatever). 

Come write with me tomorrow! Let me know if you're planning to be there.