Storytime

Yep we know it's winter. The days are long and grey, it's been wet and windy, a bit of wild weather and lately it has been damned cold as well. Most of us are struggling to stay warm, even when the winter sun lures us outside (under false pretences I must say, it is still damned cold!).  The trees are bare, the grass is lush. The world has slowed. As does my writing. There is something about winter that tells me to take it easy. Which is quite absurd as there are plenty of places to send pieces, lots of competitions out and about and none of the publishers (those that are still willing to take unsolicited manuscripts) have closed for the Christmas / New Year period. That is all to come. So why do I feel so inclined? Is it a case of SAD....seasonal affective disorder? Is it pure laziness? Is it a case of losing the old mojo and wondering how the hell to get it back? Truthfully....it's a bit of all of the above. Mostly laziness I fear. And ...