By what cruel twist of fate did we North Americans stack the Christmas holidays (with all their attendant business), New Years (with its desire to become an improved human being), and the Winter Solstice (with it’s fulsome darkness) into a two-week period? Can I assume that the people who decided we’d be maximally busy in the winter don’t suffer from Seasonal Affective Disorder?
This is at least 80% of the reason why I’ve been quiet here so long. The other 20% has to do with a cockatoo, a velvet dress, and some lubricant, but you wouldn’t be interested in that story now, would you?
Who am I kidding? If you’ve hung around here long enough you probably a) would be b) will forgive me for making that teaser up. (Though it would be a good beginning for a story, wouldn’t it? Hmmm.)
Today’s post will be brief and comes courtesy of a SAD lamp, my treadmill, and necessity. I have two Writer Unboxed posts to mention today, Zesties.
The first is TODAY’s, and comes courtesy of a reader who sent me a letter with a question she trusted me to answer. (Thank you, Anonymous! I’m touched you reached out.)
If you’ve been frustrated at your writing speed and want a way of looking at it differently, please visit To the Disconsolate Writer Who Hates Her Pace. While you’re there, if you have a question you’d like me to try to tackle in another post, please feel free to leave it in the comments. Alternatively, email me through the contact form on this page.
The other link is from WU a month ago: What’s a Pantster to Do When They’re Stuck? Go Tell It TO the Mountain.
Don’t fret about the delay in notification, ’cause the subject is evergreen.
Mountains? Evergreen? Get it? 😉
Ah, that’s okay. I’m blog-rusty so you’ll have to forgive me dipping into the pun file.
How have you been Zesties? What was your favorite moment in the holidays? Do you suffer from SAD? If so, what remedies do you rely upon?