As I write this blog, I am sitting by a huge picture window that overlooks the Irish Sea. A few seconds ago, I could hardly see anything because the rain was hammering the glass. Now? It's suddenly clear. There are bravehearted souls who in the water, swimming and surfing. Beyond by the horizon is Holyhead and a hill where I envisioned the Ancient's Faesten is. Earlier I saw two rainbow that started from the water, rising up only to disappear after a while. Both never made it completely. But wow! I feel so lucky even to just see where it came from!
I have always loved the rain. I'm what one would call a pluviophile. It's the time that I get inspired to write, when rambling thoughts fix themselves inside my head. Now that Marek is done, I've just finished a short dark story for an anthology. I need to regroup after writing Catharsis. It isn't a romance and it took me a while to finish it because it was just harrowing. Even for me. Going to Anglesey was just what I needed. It's given me a better perspective to write more for the Cynn Cruors Bloodline series. It's also the right place to be now that I'm starting the prequel for the Dragons Hearts series - Rouge Slayers of Pinehaven. After all, this is Wales that has the Welsh Dragon on its flag.
I'm staying here until tomorrow then we head back to Manchester. I wish I could stay here longer but reality eventually intrudes. Still, even for just a moment, I am blessed to see the sunset, feel the rain, and hear white capped waves breaking on the shore.
The majesty of it all...