Of a writer struggling against the winter blues.
The blues, the doldrums, the bah humbugs, the ‘get out of my face before I rearrange it’, the bury myself under a blanket after eating a pint of ice cream feeling. I think you get the idea. The feeling that usually hits mid winter when there are few days of sunshine, the weather hits its lowest low and you likely haven’t seen your toes in months simply because they’ve been swaddled in thick socks to keep them warm.
I was so looking forward to the beginning of the year. I released my first book, the hectic scramble of the holidays would be behind me and the Winter Writing Festival would start. Well, January is gone and I don’t remember that much of it. I know I went to work, I released a book and here it is almost mid way through February and people are talking about Valentine’s. Where the hell did my year go already?
After a week of feeling like utter emotional crap (sorry hubby for snapping at you), I realized that as I grow older, I go through this cycle every year around this time. It usually starts in December and lasts through January. I try not to whine about how I feel, but there are days where holding it in causes me to snap and I snap at the wrong people for the wrong reasons.
While writing does help get me out of some of these funks, its also affecting my writing. Some days I stare at the screen and no words come to me. Sure, some words come to me but they have four letters and I can’t put them here. Okay, I could, but I’m not going to.
I don’t want to completely blame it on winter, but I wonder if that sun lamp therapy thing might benefit me. If I get the blahs during the winter in Texas, what would I do where there’s feet upon feet of snow on the ground?
How do you get over the winter blues?
(Hey, give me back my blanket you *$@#&% thief!)