My area of the world has had some blustery days this week. If you look in my backyard, you’ll see lots of willow branches scattered everywhere. When it’s not so cold, maybe I’ll get out there and rake/pick them up.
I looked up what caused wind so I could give you a weird fact for the week, but it was semi-confusing and I couldn’t figure out how to dummy-ize it for myself. There were high pressure systems and low pressure systems and graphs with lines all over to explain wind. What I came away knowing is that wind is tricky. It’s this invisible force we notice only by how it affects everything in its path–so our hair blows in our eyes, the willow loses branches as they’re whipped around, and leaves and garbage blow all over the place.
But I did find one weird fact I could understand. The WORLD RECORD WIND SPEED recorded on the surface of the Earth was 231 mph on April 12, 1934, atop Mt. Washington, New Hampshire. This high-elevation weather station experienced the winds of an extremely strong jet stream that had descended unusually low in the atmosphere.
Now that is FAST. No wonder planes and jets can go so fast when they get in those jet streams. But we people should stay the heck out of them.
I’m still in the revision stage with my next novel. If you want to know what that’s like, imagine me as a high power wind pouring through about 120,000 words. Like my backyard littered with willow branches of all shapes and sizes, my novel is kind of messy too–but instead of branches, there are words scattered everywhere. I change one scene, and that messes up everything after it so I have to redo those scenes as well. Soon I’m so confused, I’m trying to rake up my mess into organized piles by making outlines and plot grids…but my windy creativity blows through again, messing it all up again.
Don’t worry. Eventually I’ll get my piles of words raked up and made into a beautiful leaf-word centerpiece to share with the world…but don’t hold your breath until then. Writing is HARD!
Imagine having to rake a whole back yard of leaves every day for the rest of your life…and you get an idea of how writing novels is…except there will be people out there who badmouth your efforts no matter how bad or good you raked up those leaves. Yeah. Fun, huh?
I really do like writing. The part I don’t like is putting my finished product out there for everyone else to read and try to blow to pieces like the Big Bad Wolf (he was a windy fella). Some days, I am tempted to throw glitter at my computer.
But all joking aside, windy weather and words can be a lot of fun…or a great big headache. It’s all in how you look at it…and which stage of the weather and writing process you’re in at the time. Hurricanes are NEVER fun…and marketing my writing is like a hurricane. I’m not there yet with this novel…but it’s on the far horizon and I know I’ll have to hunker down, buy my Pop Tarts and wait out the storm until the high or low pressure systems stabilize and make writing a breeze again.
How’s the weather in your neck of the woods…or city…or lake town…or village…or wherever you live? Is the wind making a mess of things, or blowing away the smog in your life?