Hi! I did get the “test” — sorry I didn’t write sooner — it was a crazy day! I will reply properly via email tomorrow morning. I’m so glad you said yes! ❤️
I love this. January always feels like a thousand days. This piece really resonated with me. Winter is a forced pause on the busyness of life. It's a perfect time to hunker down and tend to our souls, be creative, and rest.
I needed this! I too loathe January for the reasons you describe, but I also find the dark nights perfect for writing. I always call this Jan.-early March stretch my “writing cave.” Thank you. Loved this. ❤️
“You can lean into the bleakness like an anchorite, write monastically, let an austere sort of inspiration infuse your work like light through incarnadine glass. Or you can allow the hard hidden sun to give your writing a brutal, honest beat, the long hallway of January a rehearsal for the endless hallway of death.” Bracing and brilliant--thank you.
So true. All I want is a fire and soup and tea and books. No words from others, no conversations, except those I write. January and February near a Great Lake are full of wind, snow, gale warnings and crashing waves. Everything outside is battered, and I can write about the battering from my core/soul.
Dear Amber, hi! I’m excited to follow you here. I sent you an email through your website about you giving a reading where I teach. Hoping it gets to you!
Haha this made me legit laugh out loud: Besides, when you’re writing even if you feel lonely and sad, you can at least feel artistically lonely and sad.
I'm usually a firm believer in April being the toughest month to get through, what with winter not giving up its grip in Minnesota, but this year's January is kicking my butt. Vitamin D and a sun lamp are not helping enough, and it's like someone has kidnapped the real sun. Every time I see it, by the time I get out to verify its presence it's gone. I find it easy to do inward things, like reading, watching, or a jigsaw puzzle. But writing is hard for me to get to. Thanks for the encouragement and inspiration!
How amazing--I was feeling so much of this, and just wrote a friend about writing and January feelings yesterday. So honored you found my work worthwhile and so appreciate the recommendation, thank you so much for reading. 💜
Hi! I did get the “test” — sorry I didn’t write sooner — it was a crazy day! I will reply properly via email tomorrow morning. I’m so glad you said yes! ❤️
Yes! Omg when I lived in Minnesota I felt just the same about April. Happy to commiserate!
I love this. January always feels like a thousand days. This piece really resonated with me. Winter is a forced pause on the busyness of life. It's a perfect time to hunker down and tend to our souls, be creative, and rest.
I needed this! I too loathe January for the reasons you describe, but I also find the dark nights perfect for writing. I always call this Jan.-early March stretch my “writing cave.” Thank you. Loved this. ❤️
“You can lean into the bleakness like an anchorite, write monastically, let an austere sort of inspiration infuse your work like light through incarnadine glass. Or you can allow the hard hidden sun to give your writing a brutal, honest beat, the long hallway of January a rehearsal for the endless hallway of death.” Bracing and brilliant--thank you.
So true. All I want is a fire and soup and tea and books. No words from others, no conversations, except those I write. January and February near a Great Lake are full of wind, snow, gale warnings and crashing waves. Everything outside is battered, and I can write about the battering from my core/soul.
Dear Amber, hi! I’m excited to follow you here. I sent you an email through your website about you giving a reading where I teach. Hoping it gets to you!
Haha this made me legit laugh out loud: Besides, when you’re writing even if you feel lonely and sad, you can at least feel artistically lonely and sad.
I'm usually a firm believer in April being the toughest month to get through, what with winter not giving up its grip in Minnesota, but this year's January is kicking my butt. Vitamin D and a sun lamp are not helping enough, and it's like someone has kidnapped the real sun. Every time I see it, by the time I get out to verify its presence it's gone. I find it easy to do inward things, like reading, watching, or a jigsaw puzzle. But writing is hard for me to get to. Thanks for the encouragement and inspiration!
I resonate with this so much -- I had to stop reading halfway through and try again, it was too visceral! Love it.
How amazing--I was feeling so much of this, and just wrote a friend about writing and January feelings yesterday. So honored you found my work worthwhile and so appreciate the recommendation, thank you so much for reading. 💜
Yes, all of this. “Besides, when you’re writing even if you feel lonely and sad, you can at least feel artistically lonely and sad.” It’s a lifestyle