I have been terrible about keeping up with this blog lately. I have started two or three different posts that are just languishing in my draft box. I attribute that to a variety of reasons. I have also been terrible about writing at all lately. I attribute that to fewer reasons: busy-ness, lots of life happening, and just plain old laziness. I will be the first to admit that sometimes I just get lazy about writing. I get out of a routine or writing or I don’t have classes requiring me to write and before I know it, I haven’t written a page in weeks (or sometimes months)! There is something else though that I am just now realizing. I almost never write in the summer.
I read in the summer. Sometimes during the summer I read shelves of books. But I hardly ever write. Oh, I may turn out a poem or two, maybe even start a short story, but nothing serious or that ever really comes to anything. I started to realize this yesterday when I walked home in the rain and came up with two or three separate short story ideas in the space of forty minutes. I fully realized it this morning as I walked to the bus and noticed the cooler air and autumn light of September. Something in my mind is stirring and something in my heart is beating harder and I want to write.
Now I’m trying to figure out why I never write in the summer. Is it something I trained myself to do after years of school? I write so much during the school year that I want the summer to rest? Or maybe because I have a freer schedule my writing just gets neglected? Is it related to the warmer weather? Does the heat dampen my feelings of creativity? Whatever the reason, I need to take steps to keep writing creatively even when I’m not feeling creativity.
In the meantime, I’m enjoying the renewed creativity and really looking forward to autumn words.