So yesterday it was raining too. But the fine stuff that soaks everything even when it looks like it’s just drizzling. Furry little Willow kept going outside, then indignantly bursting back through the catflap because she’d got wet. She was very bored all day. Because I was still feeling a bit under-the-weather, I decided to jack the housework and shopping in in favour of cranking the heating up, slapping Jerry Springer (and the like) on the telly, and settling down in front of my computer. And a very productive day it was in the end, too. I did what felt like a humungous update to Tomb With a View, which brought it up to date and added a new section. I had a break to watch the last ep of Voyager – and I’ll be rambling more about that, but I’m going to do it on a bit later – and then I sat down and redesigned The Airlock. I didn’t do quite what I’d intended, but I like the result. I think I’m going to make a few more small changes tonight, though. Hmm.
Certainly not because I “have to”. I don’t have to – even when massively inspired, I can be distracted away from the writing thing by the squillion-and-one other things that are going on. I write, I suppose, because I want to. Because I have the ideas or words in my head, and I choose to get them down on paper or screen. And it’s satisfying to do that. I write because I can – because once I’ve written, I can do something with it: I can post fanfic on mailing lists, or a site, I can stick general ramblings up on this site, or just write them in a paper diary which I can look back at later on and remember where and who I was when I wrote it. And I suppose I write because I’ve been in the habit of doing it ever since I learned how, and because I was encouraged to from a young age. And of course, because I enjoy doing it. Ta-daaah.