As there are seasonal patterns in daily life, there are seasonal patterns in the writing life. We have our dormant winters, our revitalizing springs, our steamy summers, and our colorful autumns. Each season inspires something different in writers. It's only natural that this would be the case. But, issues arise when our personal lives and our writing lives don't quite match up. We experience highs and lows at the most inconvenient times. This disrupts the equilibrium of our creative and our social scales. Our favorite seasons don't always line up with the favorite seasons of others. Some of us want summer all year long. Some of us crave the variety of four distinct, unique seasons. It's more than annoying when those seasons become blurred by ice-melting temperatures in January and snow flurries in May. The same is true for writers. We want our wool-sock, curl-up moments. We want our run-through-the-green-field days. We want a long-sun-soaking-heat. We want that first breath of crisp wind that casts leaves across our paths.
Seasonal Patterns in the Writing Life
Seasonal Patterns in the Writing Life
Seasonal Patterns in the Writing Life
As there are seasonal patterns in daily life, there are seasonal patterns in the writing life. We have our dormant winters, our revitalizing springs, our steamy summers, and our colorful autumns. Each season inspires something different in writers. It's only natural that this would be the case. But, issues arise when our personal lives and our writing lives don't quite match up. We experience highs and lows at the most inconvenient times. This disrupts the equilibrium of our creative and our social scales. Our favorite seasons don't always line up with the favorite seasons of others. Some of us want summer all year long. Some of us crave the variety of four distinct, unique seasons. It's more than annoying when those seasons become blurred by ice-melting temperatures in January and snow flurries in May. The same is true for writers. We want our wool-sock, curl-up moments. We want our run-through-the-green-field days. We want a long-sun-soaking-heat. We want that first breath of crisp wind that casts leaves across our paths.