The idea of winter writing is romantic. Fingerless gloves, roaring fires, heavy sweaters, howling winds and accumulations of ice and snow help create the desire to be anywhere else. Active imaginations find refuge in creating alternate realities, strange new worlds, and intriguing characters. We happily open the door for our fellow adventurers.
Winter urges us to hibernate, retreat to safety to reflect, ponder and find existential meaning. Writing is the extension of those thoughts. We tell stories trying to make sense of life. If we are lucky, we and the adventures who follow our led, find the obliteration lurking between the sentences.
What have you read that transports you to another world?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer