Seasons of Writing by Debra H. Goldstein
My heart goes out to those who lost family, friends, homes, and other possessions to Hurricane Ian. Where I am, in Birmingham, Alabama, there was no rain, wind, or other havoc. Instead, 90–100-degree weather dropped to comfortable 70+ degree days, with slightly cooler nights. The sun shone. The sky was blue. A few leaves showed signs of changing colors. Summer melted into Fall.
The change was subtle. The evolution of writers is much the same. There are days we write with the intensity of a hurricane or the summer heat of passion, while other days our production and abilities become more mellow (and occasionally freeze like Winter). Often, authors are not even aware as a passing season creeps into their writing.
Perhaps the writer is distracted by personal life events.
Perhaps it is a matter of burn-out. Perhaps the factor is aging. Or perhaps a
wonderful idea or a passion so overwhelms the author that doing anything but
write is impossible. It’s unpredictable, but that is the beauty of the writing
life. What author would want things to stay stagnant?
Well said, Debra!
ReplyDeleteWords we can all relate to. In the Midwest, the weather is always in our lives, and it is a huge part of our writing.
ReplyDeleteGreat analogy and very true.
ReplyDeleteTouching and beautifully written.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful sentiment - I feel like I'm experiencing the Winter "freeze" a bit right now!
ReplyDeleteA beautiful reflection. Thank you, Debra.
ReplyDeleteThere can be a lot of turmoil about writing. Sturm und drang. But this short essay makes me feel peaceful, Debra. Thank you.
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