In our modern age time waits for no man. Time of day, seasons and age seem to be irrelevant in the way people live in modern times which is a bit of a shame. Gone are the harvest dances. Don’t worry, I won’t bring you down!
This winter started earlier than usual and has been cold. A kicker some might say. Work goes on, I write less in the winter in favor of doing teaching tasks more at hand, which would mean my blog suffers too. When I am writing I write in every direction possible to ride the wave of inspiration, personal drive, synergy or whatever it is as long as I possibly can until I run out of emotional steam and crash on the shore.
So why is winter a harder time to write? When there seem to be two main factors here in Japan that conspire to keep me from hammering words: First is the temperature-which will not seem important to the Western mind. Japanese houses are cold, like the same temperature as outside cold. You heat each room with a kerosene or electric heater and all other rooms are cold. This dampens my comfort zone. Secondly is a lack of exercise. Wet weather makes those afternoon walks a lot harder to achieve, forget even cycling. I have found a correlation between activity and temperature.
Actually there is a third reason for my stunted writing in winter-a glut of reading during a season where it is too easy to sit and read. So I read like a fish breaths water, which is a funny way of putting it because I usually read on my Kindle in the bath every night (the Kindle is inside of two zip-lock plastic baggies and has behaved perfectly well for years).
So winter, how I loath thee! No, actually if I could find those two elements that are lacking-warmth and activity-and balance out the third-a propensity to read voraciously-then life would be good. Yet, to get back to my starting paragraph in this blog post, I think we humans too often ignore that fact that seasons are major shifts and we should embrace them, instead of trying to circumvent, changes in temperature and the life cycles of everything else. If holidays were non-existent than we would truly be in trouble, for we would forget to appreciate the white snow and the roasting of chestnuts.
I hope all of you out there who are reading this are writing to your hearts content, but if you are in a seasonal slump don’t be discouraged. The spring will come, the sun will shine and life will start again fresh and new. Just like everyday of a writer’s life can start out with a new idea and a hot cup of coffee. I wish you all well.