... or is it 1 out of 14? Living in Seattle guarantees cloudy, gray days, and the long (two week spell) of constant sun has reminded me that I feel like doing not a damn thing in the summer. Indoors, writing, when the day is beautiful and appealing? Mmmm… no, I don’t think so. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to make the transition to writing outdoors either – again, the only thing I seem to be conditioned to do in nice weather (and it’s taken this current spell to realize that this goes back in my life as far as grade school, when the last few weeks of the school year were more agonizing than usual) is be outside, or better yet, be in an outdoor swimming pool or at the beach. At first, the pressure to conform with the intention of “writing everyday” met with the resistance and I just felt depressed. After a while, and counseled by wiser souls, I stopped fighting it and just gave in to my tendency toward lazing off. (Although in practical terms what this has meant is that I’ve organized and finished a bunch of things that before were too insignificant to tackle… and now they’re the only things I have the remote willingness to take on…)