Today the writers are off writing so I get to work from home, which I feel like I haven’t done in a very long time (even though I’ve only been on the show for about a month). It’s a good day to be home because it is a true downpour in Los Angeles, there’s flooding along the PCH and other areas near where the Woolsey Fire struck — which is another way of saying that traffic would’ve been godawful and the writers coming from faraway would’ve struggled to get in at all.
Anyways, in terms of being at home on a writing day — the rain really is magnificent. Quadruply so in Los Angeles where rain like this is a once a year event, at best.
It made me realize how much I use the rain to help me write - the sound of it. It’s why I use this A Soft Murmur when I write a lot of the time. But now that it is raining for real, I can’t help be realize that the slight coldness, the air coming in from the small slats of the windows — the absolute variety of sounds of different sizes of water droplets hitting surfaces at different heights — you can’t beat the real thing. I don’t know how I’ve been conditioned to want to write to this atmosphere, but there it is!