As I look out the picture window that adorns the rear of our house I see a sky full of curvaceous, tumultuous silvery clouds. They hover overhead both promising and threatening rain, each swell of their distinction covering a spectrum of shades of grey. The atmosphere is heavy, thick with humidity from the unshed rain drops, pregnant with the seductiveness of the overhead clouds and the rain they may or may not hold. They clouds alone create an atmosphere, as tangible and pleasurable as an English mystery. They perpetuate a feeling of both restless and desire to cocoon inside the house with a good book. In short, it is the perfect day to write.
Writing, being a creative process, can be dramatically influenced, at least for me, by my atmosphere. This is a very broad statement, I know, as I could be referring to the feeling around me, the chaos that is my house, or the actual atmosphere. In this case, I am rolling them all into one, creating a rich gumbo with each of these ingredients as they all contribute to what I consider the atmosphere around me.
When it comes to writing I am fairly flexible. I'm not one of the those people who has to have everything in place (although that would be nice) or the light just right, or complete silence (or to go the opposite direction-music blaring). I can work under pretty much any condition, a quality garnered, in my case, from being a mother and moments to write being squeezed in between homework, naturally energetic kids, and napping toddlers. Therefore, one may think atmosphere may not be such a big deal to me, but that's where they may be a tad, well, wrong.
While I don't require any certain conditions to write, the right ones certainly can contribute to me being more productive, more successful with what I write. These types of days, which are tumbling with feeling and emotion, a bit tumultuous and story, are brilliant. They stir the soul and encourage a depth and emotion that bright, cheerful, sunshine filled days somehow don't propagate. Days which are filled with emotion, both good and bad, also yield a plethora of ideas and writing that tends to be more creative and descriptive. Those are the days I run out of time writing, the days I hunger for ten more minutes or one more sentence. The days that are calm may lend themselves to writing, but it is generally more calm, more like bridging the gap between the those days which are electrically charged, they are the calm in the storm, the balance that keeps both my writing, and me, sane. The combination of things that contribute to the atmosphere around me is what contributes to the writing within me. Each type of atmosphere I encounter yields a different, yet equally useful, result, making the atmosphere itself one of, if not the most important contributors to my work. It is that brilliant thread of color in the most tightly woven of tapestries, working with the artwork seamlessly, yet standing out as the most influential of contributors.