To Every Thing There is a Season

even writing, apparently

I should know about the seasons. I’ve written a book about them and everything. But when it comes to thinking of my own life in terms of seasons, I can easily forget that “every thing” has them, and writing is no exception.

I’m in winter at the moment. Yeah, yeah, I know the sun is shining and the blossom’s out, but in my writing life it’s winter. That d…