I'd wager that if all Brits took a survey about what season they like best, summer would win. No contest. Don't get me wrong, I get why summer's attractive. It's hot, looks nice, clear skies, you can venture outside more, early mornings and long days and sunshine brings out the smiles where they last died. I, however don't like summer. I don't like it when it's so hot you can't move, I don't like early mornings and I don't like the sun sticking around after nine when it should have died. I'm somebody who loves frostbite temperatures, wrapping up in layers and I love the snow. The world is a beautiful place, but the snowy lands up north beats any exotic beach down south every time in my world.
All My Limbs Will Become Trees
I've always preferred the cold, there's more to understand it about I find. I guess I've always felt sorry for winter. It always gets a bad rap for being miserable, cold, wet and disruptive, but I find all of those things charming about it. It's characterful. Most people want winter done with so they can get on with the summer and I think that's upsetting, there is nothing wrong with the cold season. There's something about a forest dead with trees, frozen creeks and snow-capped buildings that triggers scenes in my mind and I guess that's why quite often my stories take place at winter. Mind you, the novel I'm currently writing takes place on the eve of summer, but that's because it's set at the end of college. Anyway, it's new for me.
I may have said before, but I want to move far away from England. The plan is to move (at some point) to Colorado, America where the snow is in wide abundance. Obviously, Colorado has its seasons but it's utterly beautiful. If not there then somewhere in Northern America like somewhere near its border with Canada or Canada itself. I want a modern log cabin near a skiing town so at night the entire town is lit up with an orange glow made brighter by infinite blankets of snow. I want the sun to show up late in the morning, hang around for a while and leave before tea. I want the sunset to cast deep orange beams of light across the world that catches my attention and never let's go. I want mountains that cradle the town I live in as if they're the guardians of our save little world and no harm will come to us. And I want to write stories in such a place where misery and sadness can't disrupt.
I may have said before, but I want to move far away from England. The plan is to move (at some point) to Colorado, America where the snow is in wide abundance. Obviously, Colorado has its seasons but it's utterly beautiful. If not there then somewhere in Northern America like somewhere near its border with Canada or Canada itself. I want a modern log cabin near a skiing town so at night the entire town is lit up with an orange glow made brighter by infinite blankets of snow. I want the sun to show up late in the morning, hang around for a while and leave before tea. I want the sunset to cast deep orange beams of light across the world that catches my attention and never let's go. I want mountains that cradle the town I live in as if they're the guardians of our save little world and no harm will come to us. And I want to write stories in such a place where misery and sadness can't disrupt.
Solitude
Writing is a lonely job, but as writers we know this and we know how to deal with it. But, when summer comes around, I can't help but feel lonely. So many people in my town love the summer and when the town is alive with people outside enjoying the sun and I'm inside to afraid to leave my bubble of solitude, then I feel alone. I'm getting better with it though. I'm trying to enjoy summer but I'll never come to love it. And that's fine, because I know what I love and I don't care how many people question my dislike for the heat, it's not them I'm trying to impress. It doesn't help my feelings of being a freak though. In the last issue of Writing Magazine, there was an article about '10 ways to write this summer' and the writer insulted winter and (to me anyway) spoke as if we all harboured the love of summer. It left a bad taste in my mouth and I'm sick of winter getting slated for being itself. That's like hating somebody for being them. It's useless to complain though, summer will always be more popular.
And that's fine by me.
Songs of the Week:
And that's fine by me.
Songs of the Week:
- 'Human' by Daughter
- 'Smother' by Daughter
- 'Halo' by Foo Fighters
- 'Best of You' by Foo Fighters
- 'Cusp of Eternity' by Opeth
- 'Todos Somos Humanos' by Anaal Nathrakh
- 'Replace My Heart' by The Killing Tree
- 'Liberation' by In Flames
- 'Where the Dead Ships Dwell' by In Flames
- 'Come Clarity' by In Flames