Rambling Rhodes

Numbing Cold

I honestly believe cold weather in general, and prolonged cold snaps specifically, sap my creativity, inspiration and ambition. Throughout January and into February, I've struggled to write anything I've been happy with. The very act of typing feels detached and machinelike. It doesn't help, I'm sure, that my office is basically a flourescent cell with nary a window to be had, so it's a mind-numbing sameness for eight straight hours with only the promise of biting cold awaiting me upon my 5 p.m. freedom. This winter has been the coldest and snowiest in recent memory, and my writing, both professional and recreational, is suffering because of it.