Hello, writers!
We had some snow a few days ago here in NYC. Our first real snowfall. And every year during the first snowfall I have the same absurd fantasy: Me locked in a snowbound cabin from December to March with nothing but a typewriter and a huge stack of books.
The reason I call it absurd is because I'm fully aware that the fantasy -- which ends with me emerging in spring with an entire new book or two -- is nowhere near what the reality would be. Because the reality is that by December 4th I'd be calling 911 and begging them to drive me back home.
But the onset of winter always puts me in the mood to write.
Maybe it's the tranquility of a snowfall. Or the quiet feeling of glancing outside at 5 p.m. and seeing darkness. And the freedom of giving in to the fact that it'll be this way for the next three months.
I'm not going to achieve all of my 2019 writing goals. I'm OK with that. I've hit some. And I've written more than I did in 2018.
But now seems like a good time for us all to set some rest-of-2019 goals, and rest-of-winter goals.
And to discuss our approach to writing during the winter: Does yours change at all, and if so, how? If you're prone to feeling the winter blues, how do you try to at least avoid the winter writing blues?
