More than half of 2016 is now under our belts and for the first time in a long time I honestly feel in the zone for reading. It hasn’t been systematically on a to do list to make time for my favorite pastime, finagling around work, family, or just everyday life to read more. It’s just been pure and simple…..Desire….Intrigue….A Sanity must some days, just to secure some much-needed me time away from the trials and tribulations known as life.
My Goodreads reading goals are more than on track, yet I have an inert book lovers longing to take it even further. I admit to taking myself off the readers radar for a while now. Yet now I’ve seen to have found myself back in my comfort zone, my familiar, my home away from home, longing to be snuggled within the confines of an amazing plot, invested in new and exciting characters, to be immersed in the plot of an addicting series. Yes, I’ve found my way home. Back to basics. Back to my love of reading.
Now that daylight savings time has arrived and is still settling into the life routines of most of us, I have to admit that I’m glad for it. No, not for the hour less sleep, or the groggy Monday morning beginnings to kick start the work week for many of us (though coffee shall serve undoubtedly as the quintessential BFF for the early part of the week. No, I am able to take comfort in what Daylight savings presents to the writer in me. The light. Or more importantly being creatively fueled by the longer light embedded within each day.
For me daylight savings time always serves as the reemergence of Spring, the signal of rejuvenation within the change of seasons. The rebirth of creativity of my writing. It serves as my beacon of inspiration to hopefully land me back on the trails of creativity that has been all but been buried beneath this past winters cold. My words, my story, and oh yes the writer in me welcomes you back with open arms. Now let us begin…….
So we will be springing forward in a matter of weeks, and the aura of fresh new beginnings more than wisps through the air. It’s the feeling of promise, the sense of the creative rebirth that transcends the emergence of each new season of change. It’s the beacon that guides writers of all walks and stages of life towards the path that turns the uncertainty of their untold stories into the possibility of sharing the best of their soul with the world. Facing this reality of potentially having my writing sit stagnate against loose leaf pages is becoming more than motivation in keeping my writer’s tale inked as more than just a random author’s chance to be heard. It’s serving as a life palate of untapped possibility to paint something great for the world with my words. Page after page, story after story, I’m still happily and deeply embedded within the ever twisting, turning, yet terrific trails of this great escapade known as the writer’s life……
I can’t believe that this is my first blog post of 2016. Wow!! Well here goes. It’s been over 10 years since making NC my home, yet I still haven’t come to terms with or managed to find any common ground in dealing with the ever changing winters here. One day it’s dipping into what constitutes a normal winter with frost, snow, and ice, then the next day we’re cruising to seventy city. It’s crazy. But what has become even more sporadic, grazing the lines of unsettling, has been the up and down scattered state of my writing/reading.
For me it seems that the winter season, for whatever reason, posts most of my drought times as of late. I have always been one to curl up with a good book during the dry cold season (usually accompanied by a hot caffeinated beverage), yet now days I rarely find or make the time for either when I get home from work. Even my participation in my beloved NanoWriMo the last few seasons has been minimal at best
At times I’ve all but had to drag myself into finishing or even starting new books and/or series. While my love of reading/writing is still present, it seems as though my drive and desire to partake in either has seriously dwindled. I’m hopeful that this first blog post of 2016 will be the spark that I need to pull me out of the virtual funk that I’ve been in. The spotlight has been cast. But I guess only time will tell if the fog lacing this writer’s/readers drought will descend soon. Fingers crossed!!!