“There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.” – King Solomon from the Book of Ecclesiastes
I’m not sure how it works for all of you, but I go through different seasons of writing. Right now I find myself in the Fall season. I’ve come off a vibrant summer season of writing filled with new insights, ideas, and overflowing pages, and now things are beginning to cool down. The inspiration and spark have sputtered.
When I feel myself coming out of a productive season I sometimes get anxious and frustrated. I forget that life is filled with natural rhythms. I can’t spend my entire life writing like a madman. I need time to rest and rejuvenate.
There is nothing wrong with Fall. I just need to have eyes to see and appreciate it for what it is. I have to allow myself to enjoy its slowness. I need to find space to stop pouring out and allow myself to listen again and be poured into. I need to find a good book that pushes my boundaries as an author and read underneath a giant shedding oak tree.
As a writer I need to be OK with not being productive. Fall is upon me in more than one way, and I want to embrace it with open arms. Oak tree, hot chocolate, and good book here I come!