In the prairies where only a month ago farmers worried about lack of moisture, they now face devastating floods. In Ontario summer-like temperatures of 30+C degrees have been around all spring. Here in western British Columbia spring growth is greener than ever, but not much is blooming. For the past three weeks glimpses of sunshine have been rare and the flowers need it. Meteorologists claim the extremes in weather aren’t exceptional or record-breaking, just the typical cycles of nature.
Feast or famine, dearth or abundance – life is full of extremes.
So is the writer’s life. Some days or weeks the words spill out like fat peas splitting the restraint of their pods. Other days they’re trapped in the fuzziness, un-ripened and unable to be coaxed onto a page. The harvest is elusive.
What makes the difference? What’s behind the cycles of a writer’s life?
For me, there are figurative ‘seasons’ of writing:
- WINTER – a season of storing up ideas, evaluating, and waiting.
- SPRING – a time of discovery, of nurturing new ideas, delighting in a fresh start.
- SUMMER – a race of recording, capturing the essence of a story before it escapes.
- AUTUMN – a time to relish the accomplishment of a first draft and begin harvesting the gems, adjusting, reorganizing, revising.
What are the seasons in your writing?