My writing place is a constant (my desk, or an armchair, or sometimes a coffeeshop table); my inspiration is pretty sporadic; but for me the phases of the writing process are predictable and seasonal. Fall is for first drafts; winter and early spring are for revising, revising, revising; and late spring and summer are for light edits and pre-planning.
I think this partly has to do with the fact that I'm typically a manuscript-a-year person, and I happened upon this sort of schedule a few years ago. But it's also due to the seasons. So much distracting stuff goes on in the summer months, and sometimes I think my brain melts a little with the heat. It's hard to craft a perfect sentence when you're in such a hot, humid environment that you hydroplane in your desk chair, right? (Needless to say, it's been a long time since I lived in a place with central air.) And while the cold and dark winter months are good for hunkering down indoors, I get a bit of SAD and my creativity can be sluggish as a result. Same for the fearlessness needed to face a first draft. I do better with tweaking and tinkering.
Fall is crisp and bright and newly serious; it's the season of pencil sharpeners and syllabuses. And pumpkin spice lattes, the caffeine in which helps me reach my word count goals, too.
|Central Park fall colors|