I visited Hillary Jacques blog, today, where she described the descent of winter on her Alaskan town. And then she asked the question, “What is your winter like? Is it a season or a feeling? How do you escape?”
Here was my response:
In Vancouver, winter is perpetual grayness. The kind of gray that makes you draw the curtains closed and use candles as pathetic stand-ins for the sun. A dark, wet gray that sucks out your soul and spits it back in tattered pieces to mingle with the rain and wash into the sewers and out to the sea, and we all flee to places like Mexico or Hawaii or Florida, where our souls have regrouped and are waiting for us on the beach.
For those who are waiting to read Valknut: The Binding, I am still on track to publish in early December.
And now, back to my little candlelit cell, where I will slavishly edit and format and dream of summer sun.