The Wonderful Life of a Writer on the First Day of Winter
I have a great life. I’m sitting here in my home office on a Monday morning looking out the window of an incredible winter scene. The river is still. Bordering it are snow-tipped trees and snow-covered banks. There’s even an adventurous duck floating down the icy river. I wonder if he, too, is enjoying this peaceful moment. The sky is clear blue, the deep kind of blue that looks like the ocean turned upside down in the sky. My beagles are resting on the floor surrounding my chair. They, too, notice the serenity of this beautiful first morning of winter.
The writer’s life isn’t always this serene, I know. Believe me, I know. Lately, it’s been more nerve-wracking, trying to get decent-paying work in a very tight economy. But for this moment, as I gaze out at the scene Nature painted, I am reassured that the writer’s life is indeed a wonderful one.
Happy Writing!
Sue