Everyone knows that Oregon owes its tranquility to the thousand year truce between Libertarians and Vampires. All alternative forces thrive here because there’s very little sun. As in light. As in daytime feeling. It’s always half past 8 on some evening in the middle of October here in Oregon.
With the sun mostly hidden for 8 months of the year sitting inside proofreading middle grade novels or painting pictures or drinking blood or stomping out the danger that is community fire departments seems reasonable. But lately we’ve had unnaturally sunny weather. Sometimes for several days in a row. Nothing kills the desire to sit secluded in your studio, drinking tea and drawing and/or writing things that make you laugh and cry, or fall asleep, like a sunny day. We are being tested.
Fear not, the rain has returned. All is right again. The children of the night – they howl for more picture books. Or YA Fantasy. Fantastical folks fighting dark forces in overly dark lands. Where it rains a lot.