The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow

Yesterday was a glorious day here at Camp Swampy South, temperatures in the forties, sun and little wind.

I sent out two short stories and felt very pleased with myself. It takes me quite awhile to edit my work; I'm forever tweaking and fine-tuning. So as I emailed the second one I decided to reward myself with some shopping and a walk on the beach.

I went to my favorite stores, number one being the Hallmark store which sells a gazillion magazines and books. The last thing I need is more books; of the six I brought with me I've only finished two. But I was entitled to a reward so I settled for magazines and the local papers.

The walk was just what I needed, chilly but invigorating. There is nothing like walking along the sand, feeling the sea air on your face and chatting with the sea gulls.

I'm so glad I took advantage of it yesterday because today is gray and although I don't mind a gray ocean, I take it as a sign I should be writing. It's never a good idea to procrastinate after submitting something. If you stop it's that much harder to get started again.

So here I am back at the computer and looking out the sliders at a very achromatic seascape.

I posted a new picture because the weather report says: "The sun will come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow there'll be sun."