As a popular author and TV show often says (you may have heard of it…) WINTER IS COMING. And with it, the end of my beloved summer. The summer which fills the days with outdoor fun in the sun, in the yard, on the bike, in the hills,on the water.
The fun in the sun…that keeps me from writing.
Let’s be honest. When the sun is shining…when the air is fresh…when the outdoors beckons so powerfully…I simply cannot bring myself to sit at a computer. (Especially not after a week of sitting at a computer at the 9-5er.)
It’s something I’ve finally come to accept. I write prolifically in the dark of winter only to hit pause in the summer. In the past I always saw it as a disappointment, a failure, a lack of commitment, proof I wasn’t really a writer. I’d struggle with the competing needs, berating myself when, inevitably, I chose summer.
But now, it’s just how I roll with the seasons.
I keep a running list of ideas, and occasionally my fingers itch to put them into words. As the mornings get cooler, I find myself thinking more and more about the stories building in my subconscious, so when the weather turns I’ll be back at it. Nonstop. Like bunnies. Perhaps. And it’s a healthy break; I’ll be refreshed and ready.
Winter is coming, and it’s coming too soon.
Or is it coming just soon enough?