Hi writers,
I'm going to open this week's message with some poetry (a WriteByNight first, I believe!):
The sound of small dry flakes, almost pellets
falling in a stand of cedars nearby the shack
made me strange today.
That's from James Hazard's "The Snow Crazy Copybook," one of my favorite poems, and one I read nearly every year around this time; for better or worse, it gets me in the mood for what's around the corner.
But I also wanted to offer some discussion questions, if you need some inspiration. For example, what are you doing to prepare for the coming winter, as a writer and in general?
What are some of your favorite winter memories? What has been your best winter as a writer, and why?
Let's put our hats and mittens on, draw a scarf around our necks (hey, not that tight), lace up our snowshoes and get writing!
