This was a freaking long winter. I don’t think anyone in the Northern Hemisphere will deny it, unless you’re in California. The weather has strange effects on people, and long, cold winters are especially problematic
I observed people on the train getting cranky with each other (I mean, more than usual), somber expressions in the stores, and perpetual looks of terror on people’s faces as they attempted to cross the streets, which were covered in thick layers of ice and snow that had accumulated over the weeks.
I’ve spoken to several writers and they all concurred with me that this kind of weather and psychological distress creates a malaise that makes us not want to write. Of course, this is not true for all writers and maybe for you it’s the opposite. Maybe for you, being trapped indoors results in the kind of productivity that doesn’t happen in summer , what with the beach calling out to you and whatnot.
While I have powered through the winter—in all sorts of ways—I do feel that the mental and physical stress of the season affected my output.
We’re finally crawling out of that snowy, icy, wintry cave—at least here in the mid-Atlantic area—and I’m revving up with my writing. I’m wrapping up a few smaller projects and working hard to complete a larger project, and I hope to jump on a couple of new things.
I hope that those of you who suffered through the horrible winter with me are similarly feeling the pall lift and your creative juices thawing out and flowing again. Does anyone want to share what kinds of things they’re working on, writing or otherwise?