My mood is definitely affected by the seasons. Sometimes I don’t realize how much until I feel that upswing that comes with spring. I just feel more like myself. My creativity fires up, making me more eager to write, but I also start nesting big time. I’ve spent the last week organizing my entire house, but especially my office. I’ve moved furniture (and have the bruises to prove it) and I’ve even taken care of the piles of paper that pile up to deal with “later.” I found some RT magazines from 2007, if that gives you an idea how long those papers have been hanging around. And I found old manuscripts that I’ve since ripped apart and rewritten. I literally feel like a veil has been lifted from over my eyes, making me see the world more clearly, and thus all the bright possibilities to come. Not just in the distant future, but in the weeks ahead. I’m looking forward to an upcoming writing retreat and seeing a movie with my friend and taking my boys to Disneyland and just…well…living.
Funny how the same life viewed just a little differently can bring a new bounce to my step.
I have to remember that the dark and brooding side of my nature has a place (because I can’t get rid of it altogether obviously), but I’m milking this sunnier, more optimistic mood for all it’s worth while it lasts.
When I’m feeling more positive about life, I actually enjoy reading grittier, darker stories. I guess I’m in a better place to handle them. So while I’ve been on a light, contemporary romance reading streak for a while, I’m looking for a great paranormal or romantic suspense. Any suggestions?