This bunch of yarn will soon be used to make a winter-warm afghan for curling under with a good book as the snow flies. It is hard to imagine, when we have the temperatures from hell this summer. Extreme weather phenomena are featured in my book, Gaia Dreams, and it is hard sometimes to keep my imagination in check.
There is no getting around the fact that the weather has changed since I was young. Some people say it is due to global warming. There are times when I believe that. At other times, I am not so sure. I think the planet goes through cycles and we happen to have entered one that is different than the one we were in before when our weather was more stable.
What does this have to with writing? Writing has cycles too. There is the beginning with the flash of an idea and the rush to get it down on paper. The work of finding the meat of the idea and developing the story. The wonderful feeling of being in the zone when it all is going well. The days when it is an effort to just slog through another page. The excitement heading into the climax of the book, seeing the finish line. The joy and sense of accomplishment that follow ‘The End.’ Then the let-down feeling, of being rather lost and at loose ends. The days (or weeks or months) of trying to find that next idea. Until one day it is there and the cycle begins again. That may not be every writer’s cycle, but that is mine.
Right now I’m in the phase of looking for an idea. I have things bouncing around in my head for my next project, but nothing yet is screaming to be put down on the page. Soon, I hope. You may notice that I neglected to put in the whole editing part of the cycle above. That is because I don’t like to think about that part, lol. And because it has its own mini-cycle. We’ll save that for another day, when I’m tearing my hair out while editing. For now, I’ll think of my future afghan…and how it is keeping a woman warm on a cold lonely night during a snowstorm when there is a knock on her door…aha!