Sunshine. Sixty degrees. And mud everywhere I look. This makes me happy. As recently as Thursday, while I was digging my car out of the snow from an ill-fated grocery run, I was pretty sure I would never live to see grass again. It’s been a long winter. Ever since the first week of December, I’ve alternated periods of being snowed in with periods of dreading being snowed in again. But now I have mud everywhere and it thrills me, rejuvenates my spirit, makes me want to write, and generally helps me breathe again. Because things are changing.
It’s not that I hate winter. Right now, I’m over it. Totally. But the same thing that makes sixty degrees feel like an awesome heat wave will make it seem a blessed cool snap in October. I appreciate the change from season to season.
That’s something that I have to figure out how to embrace in the rest of my life. There, in the day to day of living, change and I are not dancing partners. I like stability, knowing what comes next, planning ahead, and arriving early. But with a writing career as with most of real, unpredictable life, that’s a tough thing to do. Here are some things that I have discovered to always be true:
Writers are great, fun, helpful people. I’ve found this to be true in every group I’ve been lucky to enter and count it as one of the best perks of the job. (see the Heartwarming Goodreads group for evidence: Click here!) Published, unpublished, starting out, or taking over, I’ve met some great people. And talking over your bad day with someone who has just the right one-liner to make you smile can make a difference. Also, writers are pretty good with one-liners. The real challenge is giving back as much as I’ve received.
I HEART BOOKS. Still. Always. In February I went to the Adventures in Fiction reader event in Dallas and had an awesome chance to put on my fan girl shoes. I don’t know if I’ll ever be cool enough to be unaffected when I meet writers who create my favorite books in person.
Readers rock. As the stereotypical introvert, I have to give myself a lot of internal pep talks about trying something new. Whether it’s a book signing or a new conference, I always walk away with a surge of optimism. Always. Readers never disappoint. We love books. We always have something to talk about. The enthusiasm is contagious.
I love writing. No matter what kind of season I’m in, one thing never changes: when the first glimmer of a new story to tell shows up, I’m in love with storytelling again and forever. It’s the warmth that melts the snow to show green shoots of a new beginning.So having said all that, a word of my own encouragement: If you’re still snowed in, HANG ON. Spring is coming. I have the muddy paw prints all over my house to prove it.