Is there a particular time of year when my writing is more productive?
That is going to be hard for me to answer, since my life has recently changed a great deal.
Per my post of two weeks ago, I am recovering from surgery and until very recently, have been unable to do any real writing.
Here comes the holiday season and all the preparations have always cut into my time, but I can’t say that Winter in general has been unproductive for me.
Most of my writing, (actually putting words down, not just in my head), had been done in the evenings, or even at night. All the phone calls, errands and all that other people needed were taken care of, The Husband would go off to his second-shift job and I could settle down after a while for evenings of hands to the key board. (This was after the grandchildren were either not around as much or more recently, grown up enough when they are here to let me have some time).
I wrote the poems and a couple of articles that were published in those evenings. I got in posts. I wrote a play, which I turned into a full story. I have made great starts. I did submissions, of which I need to do more.
(I know that many big-name writers can paper rooms with their rejection letters; I need to quit stopping after my first-choice of publishers decide not to use my works. I intend to do more submitting.)
In between Second-shift hours, (after I was no longer working), The Husband was on Third-shift for a couple of years. Whoever was here would either be asleep or otherwise occupied, and I would write away. I made great inwards to a book that will never be published. It took new turn and instead became my other blog: Tonette Joyce: Food, Friends, Family.
It seems that the earlier it got dark, though, the more I sat at the computer to work, even though I was not usually outdoors in the evening. Maybe it’s harder to do housework in the dark.
It is certainly harder to dust! So I suppose that I might say that Summer has been less productive, but not as busy-with-other-things as time around the Winter Holidays. I cook; boy, do I cook.
Again, to risk repeating myself from my past posts, The Husband is newly retired and still feeling his way around while I recover. He is now used to, (also the previously mentioned), watching movies and shows with me, so there go my evening hours, at least for now. And we hash over the news a great deal. (I need to keep him occupied!)
I can’t really complain; it’s nice to have him around.
But when will I find time to write? Well, since I am getting better, I am back to needing less sleep, which had become normal for me. (For some time, as The Husband worked nights, I worked early hours for cooking and bakeries … and we had teenagers, (need I say more?) Then other family problems kept me on my toes at a moment’s notice for years.) It has been hard to get The Husband to get used to regular hours, so he stays up late. I usually stay up much of the time with him, but I get up much earlier than he does, and that is how I am getting this post done now; in the morning.
So, will seasons make a difference in my writing production now?
That remains to be seen.