Summer is
when I write the least. It’s the most distracting season and possibly the
busiest (aside perhaps from Yule). The weather is often good and there is more
opportunity to enjoy the
garden or the park. There is gardening to attend to, plants and vegetables
to tend and fruit that requires preserving, all of which I love and throw
myself into (sometimes to the detriment of previously unused muscles) but it’s
all part of the Summer fun!
Summer is the
reserve of allowing the mind to rest as the body toils. The “little grey
cells” of Hercule Poirot renown can rebuild and regenerate, in advance of
my main writing seasons of Autumn and Winter. The dark half of the year is
excellent for introspection, hibernation and writing. Meanwhile, the light half
of the year is the time to be among others, leaping with the hares (if that
takes your fancy) and filling your heart with joy.
Summer is
sustenance in all things. Reap the benefits!
What is your
preferred writing season?
