mystifying May weather

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Dublin, Ireland, irish weather, Mark Twain, May, May weather, quotes, weather

Ireland has a bad reputation when it comes to weather. All around the world people believe it always rains, and while we may get our fair share of wet, we do tend to have lots of dry days.

Most of these beautiful sunny days normally occur between April and August but this year it seems all bets are off. For some unknown reason our Irish weather has decided to go a little rouge and our usually beautiful May days have turned into a roulette of possibilities.

The early morning guessing game of what to wear becomes a torturous affair, after all how does one dress for sun, rain, hail and wind all in one outfit? And it seems I always get it wrong and either end up with wet feet or way too warm.

As I sit at my desk and look out into my tiny back yard I am entertained by a play of shadows and light, sunshine illuminates the whitewashed walls to only suddenly darken and heavy drops of rain draw lines on the glass. Then a gust of wind plays with some colourful windmills for a while to be interrupted by the rhythmic beating of hail.

It truly is mystifying how this year our May weather can’t seem to make up it’s mind!

Climate is what we expect, weather is what we get.

Mark Twain 

wrong words

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first word, literature, Mark Twain, samuel langhorne clemens, words, writing, wrong words

Writing is easy. All you have to o is cross out the wrong words.

This quote by Mark Twain hangs over my desk and every time my eyes flit over it I can’t help but smile. If only it were as simple as Mr Twain claims in these two little sentences.

Over the last few days I have been thinking more than typing, trying to figure out what it is I actually want to write. After all there are so many different forms, from fiction over fact. And with all the ideas in my head turning somersaults and competing for attention it is hard to figure out where to start.

So instead of crossing out wrong words my time is spent trying to figure out the first word, how to start, where to begin. But thankfully I still have few weeks left and hopefully some time in between class preparations and typing up module guides to try and figure out what the right words are.

And even if I don’t end up being as successful and revered as Mark Twain, or Samuel Langhorne Clemens as his mama called him, I may, at the very least, be happy with what I write, if I’m very lucky maybe others may enjoy it too. And if the stars align and I get the timing write, who knows I may still be published yet.

But for now I will be satisfied when I find a beginning and know which wrong words to cross out., not those of my students but the one my fingers find on my keyboard.