Baby, It’s Cold Outside 

Here we are, a week and a half before Christmas, and it is awfully cold outside.  I am not a winter person.  I don’t ski, sled, skate, or ice fish.  To be honest winter reminds me of death; dark and dismal.  I wake up in the morning, it’s dark.  By late afternoon, it’s dark.  My favorite time of year is Spring, especially when the sky gradually lightens at four/four-thirty.  That’s when I love to awaken, to grab a cup of either coffee or tea, and go into my writing room.  I close the door carefully behind me and power up the laptop,.peruse my email and Facebook page before getting down to writing.

Sometimes I become distracted by social media and wind up sitting there for over an hour reading posts.  Sometimes longer.  I chide myself for allowing the distraction.  I need to get back to my writing and revise a bunch of short stories, and quite a few flash fiction pieces.  Then I have poetry, some written over thirty years ago, and I debate whether I should pursue submitting them as well.  And so many books on the craft of writing.  Which one do I begin with?  Which one would be most advantageous in helping me improve my craft?

Life gives us much to write about.  Each new day is an adventure.  That’s what I adore about putting words to paper, or computer.  What do you enjoy writing about?  Where do you obtain your best ideas?  I’ll be doing a lot of writing in the next few weeks.  Happy holidays to you all.  Until next time.