Stories, like anything else in life, move to invisible rhythms and are born at a pace best suited to them. In our determination for achievement and love of deadlines, the blank page too often becomes something we try to subject to our will. But the blank page does not need to be seen as foe to be conquered; rather as a friend to be invited inside.
By now most of you would have heard at least once why writing by hand is so important. There are the studies, the quote snippets and blog posts, even the online trends glorifying the return to the traditional in resistance to the relentless digitisation of the world. Whether it’s purely for the aesthetic or also for the benefits, it hardly matters as much as what we personally choose to do with it.
The powder snow billowed beneath them as they raced across the blinding white fields and forests, where sunlight shimmered on the pure coat of winter." - Blade of Wolves Every season feels different when you’re writing – it has its own mood, palette, and aspects unique to itself. From the hopeful days of spring to… Continue reading Writer’s Winter 🍷
The Foxglove Scribe 