There’s something about the spring that makes me want to visit other worlds.
I aim to always be reading something. Sometimes I’ll take a week or two off from reading, especially if I’m editing my writing; I need to give my eyes a break, after all. I’m editing something right now, but I’m not taking a break from reading (instead I’m reading a graphic novel, which is a little lighter on the eyes than a book is).
The other morning I stepped outside to let my dogs out, and for once it wasn’t freezing. It was actually nice; it was warm in the sunlight, and the wind was cold, but soft. It reminded me that spring is on the way, but more than that it reminded me of past springs and summers, when I’d sit on the porch swing reading books, only taking breaks to dream up my own.
Spring is almost like a refresh. Let’s reboot the planet, all the plants and the sun and the air. It gives me a feeling I can only describe as “new”. New year, new world. Maybe that’s what makes me want to visit other worlds, in reading and in writing, and it often continues through the summer.
We’re coming up on that time, and I’m excited. I’m not sure what I’ll be reading two months from now (probably either The Dispossessed or The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making), and perhaps more importantly, I’m not sure what I’ll be writing two months from now. All I know is that I’m excited to get there.
It snowed last night, reminding me spring isn’t here yet. But oh, is it coming, and I can’t wait to meet you in another world.