I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I look into my blog archives for guidance sometimes. Am I always this disorganized in week two of Spring semester? How long did winter last in 2007? What was I doing on this day in 2006?
I was cruising the archives yesterday, and realized that my productivity levels have a lot to do with the seasons, though maybe the academic calendar has something to do with it as well.
In response, I ranked my seasons of writerly productivity like this. 1 is the most productive, and 4 is the least.
1. SPRING (My favorite season! I'm always so manic and itchy, in a figurative way, not a "needs benedryl" way).
2. FALL (Oh yeah. Fall is actually my favorite season, especially from a sensory standpoint. But it also corresponds with the new semester madness, which is a big buzzkill).
3. SUMMER (I did a NAPO with some friends last year, which really helped, but typically summer is no time for writing poems).
4. WINTER (Bah).
How do the seasons rank for you? This is wholly unscientific on my part, and if I wasn't totally behind right now I would try to quantify. But here's my stab at it.