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HUNKER DOWN AND WRITE...IT'S WINTER!

It's snowing here in Ohio which means it's time to hunker down and write. At least that's what it means for me. There's something about being inside a cozy warm house when the temperature outside is falling along with the beautiful snowflakes. My thoughts turn to the characters inside my head who are now demanding center stage.

What is it about a cold winter day that brings out the creativity in some of us?

I'm not sure --- but I believe it's born in us. A longing for something more. A longing that can only be sated by the sweetness of words on cold winter days.

It reminds me of fall when my thoughts turn automatically to buying notebooks and pens for the beginning of school --- though my school days are long over.

Thus, my winter writing odyssey begins.

This signals a new beginning for me. A time to renew friendships with the characters I abandoned back in the spring when the earth came to life with new buds and the Robins sang to me from their perch in the pine tree at the edge of the woods.

In cold weather, I'm ready to be clothed in the warmth of words and absorbed by new stories and characters I've never before met.

There is no other season quite like this one for writing.

I'm off here now to pick up where I left off.

And, please don't think I don't write in other seasons. I do. But I'm not as dedicated to it as I am in the winter. I seem to get more done without the pull of the sun to bring me outdoors.

NOW, here's to a profitable winter for all of us filled with words, characters, and stories enough to fill our hearts and minds and the dreary days ahead.

Today, I promise to do one act of kindness. How about you?

Blessings as we slid into our sleigh filled with words.
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  1. GailDecember 1, 2010 at 7:55 PM

    If your other words are as beautiful, you will have no problems creating a best seller.

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  2. Janet,December 1, 2010 at 8:36 PM

    Usually I get more creative in winter,too, whether it be sewing, crafting or writing. My mind seems to move along in cycles. Each season brings something different to do. We got snow today,too, but only a dusting.

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  3. Anne GallagherDecember 2, 2010 at 9:57 AM

    I love winter writing. I KNOW I can't go outside so I create the outside in my words.

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  4. Deb ShuckaDecember 3, 2010 at 1:48 PM

    I think writing in winter is a way to bring light into the darkness. I hope your time is productive and joyful.

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  5. Granny KateDecember 4, 2010 at 8:52 PM

    Winter is my knitting time. But right now, I'm revved to finish a book on storyfinding. The thing is already written, but it needs tugged together in the same way I tug together remnants of cloth to make a scarf on my raggle taggle recycle loom.

    The evenings are long enough now to allow time to get this together. If I'll stop blogging long enough. : )

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  6. Elizabeth VollstadtDecember 4, 2010 at 10:06 PM

    Beautifully said as usual. Of course, here in Florida, the sun still shines and the outdoors beckons. For me, though, the joy of winter is writing on our porch where it's finally cool enough to sit and enjoy the breeze.

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  7. B. WHITTINGTONDecember 5, 2010 at 2:46 PM

    I love all the comments about writing in winter/or in Fl.
    Something about being warm and cozy makes me want to be creative.
    Hope everyone is as happy and content as I right now.
    Blessings.

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