It’s beginning to look a lot like January – cold, dark and wet. The Christmas decorations are down for most, although we keep ours up until 12th night (5th), I just don’t have the heart to put the lights on after New Year’s Day night. Summer is long enough ago to be a memory and … Continue reading Winter, Seasonal Affective Disorder, and the Writer
Just a quick vignette/flash fiction piece type thing. There’s less than a week left of winter now, and this is about winter and spring and the death of seasons. I hope you enjoy this.
Atmosphere Post-Christmas winter is bleak in every conceivable way. Where the pre-Christmas period is one of jollity and hope for snow, the white frozen stuff post-New Year’s Day comes as a warning. We are now entering the coldest, wettest and most miserable months of the year. When it does snow, we don’t want it. We … Continue reading Writing the Seasons: Winter