I'm thinking what if there's a flash flood and the house comes off its foundation. Hey, it happens. Except I'm up on a mountain and rain that comes down travels right down the mountain road so I don't particularly worry about my house getting washed away.
I looked out the window and I could see the whipping sheets of rain through the swirling fog. What a perfect night to work on my latest story. I envisioned Waterman Manor as these same sheets of rain and wind pound against its sides while inside all my characters are contained within its walls.
You see I'm at a point where all hell is going to break loose in the story. Yet I'm also at a point where I'm not sure how that's going to happen. Or who's going to win. And who's going to lose. We have the quintessential story of Good vs. Evil. And there's a lot of stuff going on inside my brain at the moment. Before I get back to typing out the rest of the story I need to first let it play itself out in my mind. At least for now. Tomorrow I will dive back into the story and get things rocking and rolling. But a night like last night I'll try to keep in my mind all the mental images.
A night like last night provides the perfect setting for the next scene I'm going to write. "Weather can add atmosphere and even psychology to our stories. Temperature is pain or pleasure; humidity is mood; barometric pressure is destiny (in terms of weather, but also in terms of human nature). From 170 Ways to Save A Novel by Peter Selgin
Meantime, I'm going to bed and tonight should be a quieter night.
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