There’s something about cold weather that makes me want to throw on some old, comfy clothes and withdraw from the world to write, read, or bake bread. Although I was wearing shorts and sitting on my back porch just last week, this week the temperature has dropped, and it’s cold. Luckily, my calendar is empty (which is rare), and I get to spend the week without running errands, packing, or preparing for a weekend party at our home. Instead, I get to focus on my writing, and I’m watching my word count go up.
What makes a writer happy? Going to bed each night feeling productive and getting closer to the end of their work in progress. Writing a novel is extremely time consuming, and most writers never get a return in pay for all those intensive hours of writing. So why do we do it? We can’t not do it! When we have a story consuming our mind, we have to get it out.
Somehow, writing lessens the chaos around me. It soothes my soul (along with a cup of hot tea). So, as I sit here by the fireplace with my tea, typing away, I wish you a good day. If you’re a fellow writer, I hope you find the time to get some words typed out. If you’re not a writer, I hope you’ll find a cozy place end your day with a good book in hand. Hmm… I do know of a good one, but I may be a little biased 🙂