During any given year, there are two times that come up that are the absolute best times to write if you are a writer.
In fact, even if you’re not a writer but simply aspire to being one, you can take advantage of these two great times when, during the circling calendar the stars align, but more importantly the time is the most opportune for writing.
And lucky you, I, a professional writer, am going to share the secret of these two times with you.
I am honoured to do so …
While years of keeping secrets of the trade have, yes, worn me smooth and stretched my endurance to a transparent thinness, that is not the reason that I am giving out these two secrets now, the simple truth is that, in poring over my battered copy of the etiquette of the writers’ guild I can find no trace of any rule which says I should not tell you this secret.
And, in fact, I cannot find where it says that these two perfect times in the year to write are actually now, nor ever were, secrets in the first place.
And so,
Here is the first, the number one best time to write of all the year. It is in fact, Summer.
It’s true, I assure you, and you will see the truth of it for yourself if you simply consider the realities of Summer, the long and gentle days with soft breezes, or the rainy ones spent viewing the outside world as an impressionist painting through a streaming, rain soaked window.
Consider the long cool nights when all are asleep. Or the days when inspiration is as close as the laughter of children in a bucolic backyard setting.
Additionally, consider holidays when there is less stress on you from the rigors of work, when the little ones that may have somehow become members of your household, either temporarily or permanently are not burdened with the stresses of the school year and begging you to solve all their worldly woes.
It’s true, I tell you
Many’s the summer day that I have spent whiling away the hours putting quill to parchment, scribbling out the frosting on some literary cake I’ve been baking in the old noggin.
Long and many are the nights of solitude that have seen me scrawling out the details of some fantastic piece of fiction that, even if I do say so myself, could not have been improved on even by me were it written in a different, less auspicious time of the year.
Which brings me to …
Ah yes, that other perfectly great time of the year that you might find to be well suited to writing.
And before I tell you when it is I should also confess that some of my ilk feel it is just as good a time as summer, and some say it is better, though I scarcely can see how.
I will confess that it is a close second, and that indeed there are days during my runner up time that I have produced scandalously good work that could compete with summer writing any day.
But enough teasing, the other time of the year that is, and I might as well confess it, as good a time to write as summertime, is, in point of fact, the other three seasons.
And in fact, given that they, when taken together as one time, are three times the number of daily opportunities to write, well then, they might just be the best time of the year after all.
Though for my money, here in the depths of August, Summer is still my favourite, at least for the next five weeks or so.
So there you have it, the two best times of the year to write are summer, and not summer. Now why are you reading this, go get busy writing something. Write now. I mean, right now. Or rather, write, right now.
