Friday, April 23, 2021

Writing through the seasons

I'd love to write with the consistency of a professional. Someone who can sit at their computer (or typewriter) and bash out hundreds, if not thousands, of words each day. All my writing heroes are prolific, capable, dedicated. It's something I aspire to be, thought it often feels so far away.

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Today, I'm thinking about how the different seasons affect my writing. As you may know, Perth has not the world famous four but six seasons, according to the local Aboriginal calendar. The Noongar seasons are so accurate, you could plan your wardrobe by them, which is more than one can say for the usual solstice and equinox periods.

I find it hardest to write during Birak, known as Perth's "first summer". Christmas and the very warm January festivities tends to make me restless and irresponsible. I just want to play, go for walks, do fun things and enjoy everything but sitting at a desk, even if it's air-conditioned inside.

Djeran, what amounts to late autumn, also comes with challenges. The flip-flop between warm and cold means my body never really gets to adjust to the ambient temperature. This is the season of allergies and insomnia for me, plus random and weird ailments that affect my mood and focus (I'm sure it's related to inflammation somehow). This also makes writing tricky, although when I do get in the zone, it's so very comfortable in there and equally tricky to pull myself out. Back when I used to play rougher sports, Djeran would also be my season of injury.

Out of all the seasons, Kambarang might be my favourite time to write. Not only are the days and nights pleasant and temperate, but we commence the wind-down to Christmas. There's no point worrying about some things, as you won't realistically have time to finish before year-end anyway. But there's lots of motivation to barrel ahead with other things, so you can get closure before the silly season hits.

But perhaps I'm being idealistic. Thinking back on last year, I don't recall if my seasons went that way at all. But everything above are things I remember thinking and feeling at the time. Maybe, like so many stories, this one of ups and downs only takes place in my head. Maybe I'm more consistent than I give myself credit for, and I one day could be that professional I very much want to be.


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