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 🙂