January 25, 2009
As far as I’m concerned, there’s no better season for writing than mid-to-late winter. January, February, and March are the perfect months to hit a novel hard. The weather in my part of the world sucks for the most part, so there’s little in the way of chores or fair-weather fun to draw me outside. Since the weather’s not always conducive to travel, I’m less likely to go somewhere with my wife for the weekend. Conversely, we’re less likely to have company visit from out of town. And unlike early winter (November-December), I’m not in a constant running battle with a series of holiday-related obligations. I’m much more likely to have evenings and weekends free of excess activities, and that makes it easier to fit my writing into the day.
This weekend was a great example of the upside of winter for a writer like me. I was able to write for several hours both Saturday and Sunday; in fact, I made my Daily Grand goal both days. In addition, I did some revision work on the novel I revised/rewrote between December and early January. I still have a ways to go on that project, but at least I did something to move it forward…and there’s always tomorrow to pick up the ball again and run with it. (See my last blog, the one about never giving up in spite of setbacks or disappointments.) So I’m pleased with all that, though I always wish I’d done more. My wish list for the weekend was much longer, but I guess I did well compared to other weekends.
Now I’m faced with a fresh week, a blank slate. It promises to be a busy one, especially at work, as we’re moving to new offices. On the home front, I need to get my car inspected and try to sell off some dining room furniture post haste. But with a little determination, I hope to make significant progress, especially on the new novel, as I go. See you tomorrow!
