Every year in January, it seems that I find my self counting the days until it's February. Not that I love February so much, but it's NOT JANUARY. And being NOT JANUARY means the days start getting noticably longer and warmer, and we're one month closer to spring.
I've tried in the past to make January about something more interesting than simply killing time until February. But so far, short of escaping to somewhere tropical for the entire month (which we aren't in a position to do), I haven't really come up with anything that has worked. So now, I just sort of accept it with as much good grace as I can muster: I hate January and I will always be happy for it to be over. Feel free to wave at me through your computer screen if you feel the same.
While I'm waiting for NOT JANUARY to arrive, I am starting to send out queries to agents and I have a few friends who are test-reading my manuscript. That way, at least I can feel somewhat productive even while I'm feeling moody and tired from the lack of sunshine and light.
I can understand now why bears hibernate. I mean, sleeping through the winter actually sounds quite sensible to me right now.
