writers journal...

My sister's quote for the day over the phone: 'there is a fine line between hobby and mental illness.' Thinking of writing as my hobby - hmmm!

This morning I opened the shutters and found we are surrounded by the clouds - it is a damp and dismal, grey and grizzly day and an ideal one for sitting and thinking about what I would like to write about.

I thought about saying 'we are shrouded in a blanket of cloud...' but that seems a bit overused. I had a look at an online thesaurus and was disappointed to find it did not recognise the word 'colourless' since it only admits to american spelling - well american spelling of words is ok in America but its one of my pet hates to see it anywhere else. I don't like my kindle for that reason either - I have just read the kindle edition of that quintessentially English novel Pride and Prejudice  was horrified to find her spelling changed to the american rubbish. Ooops gone off the point there! So here's my attempt at describing what I can see out of the window.

All  colour has been sucked out of the view, everything is a muddy brown and grey, where are the bright greens and the startling whites of the blackthorn and wild cherry blossom? The dense clouds have settled on the hills and threateningly in the distance I can hear the roll of thunder. Pants - just like the weather.