Thoughts on Creativity Over the Festive Period
1st Jan 2010 in Writing
Towards the end of December, the pages of my day-planner are whiter than the 4am snow. Every other week of the year is full of black scribbles, crossings-out, and attempts to do three different things in three different places during one Wednesday lunchtime.
But those December days! Blank and free; perfect for writing. I can finish my novel, write some new poems, start that screenplay I keep boring people with. I’ll get to it, right after I eat my turkey dinner and visit my parents and watch the latest Austen adaptation and have another nap and eat my Chocolate Orange and crunch my way through the park and read all those trashy-fun novels I received.
And then it’s January, and my belly is full of meat and sugar, and my days are full of black scrawls again.