Last night was the longest night of the year.
Today I’ve been sitting at my desk and working, working, working. Which is actually not all that good for me. I need to get out into the world, or at least take a break and read. And I haven’t been doing much of that. But the work needs to get done.
Today, on the Tor blog, there was a post called Picturing Winter: A Solstice Celebration. Tor asked fantasy artists to send their favorite images of winter, and it’s a wonderful collection. I’m going to include a few of my favorites here, but go and look at them all. Here you go, my favorites:
Last night was the longest night of the year, and I have a strange feeling, as though I’m stuck in a sort of trench, a dip in the year, a time when nothing much happens. Or at least when nothing much seems to be happening, but things are happening underneath, secretly, where I can’t see them. And I’ll see the results of them later, maybe not for months. It’s a strange feeling, and like all intuitions, I question it – I wonder if I’m simply making it up. But my intuition has generally led me right before.
I think the only thing to do, when you’re in a trench, a dip, a time when nothing seems to be happening, is wait. I think it’s the time of darkness, when nothing seems clear, when the way doesn’t seem to be there. And you just wait, and look at pictures of winter, and do the work you have to, and trust that somehow, somewhere, things are coming right.