Do you have a Bad Season? That’s what writer Rachel Wilkerson Miller calls “the annual two- to four-month period of the year when you just feel sad, mad, uncomfortable in your own skin, and angry at all of your clothes.”
I have a Bad Season. Worse, it’s a Writing Bad Season, where I’m sad, mad, uncomfortable in my own book, and angry at all of my sentences. And I suspect I’m not the only one.
For most writers, it’s likely winter – there’s a reason why Jack Torrance didn’t pick up the ax until the first frost. But for me, it’s early spring. I can survive cold as long as the sun’s shining, but weeks of rain whittle my nerves to their breaking point. Once the snow thaws, I’m wickedly…