I was scanning social media the other day—that essential in an author’s toolkit—when someone mentioned winter sneaking around the corner. The writer was in the northern hemisphere, so for them winter is ahead. My initial response was—ah, open fires, doonas, hot chocolate, adoring companions, snuggling down in the corner of a sofa to read, or looking up from your typewriter to see snow flurries somersault across the park. Even while I was weaving dreams, I suspected the reality was wet shoes, cold toes, frozen fingers, slippery footpaths, zero visibility, grumpy strangers, lost scarves, coats past their use-by-date, and all manner of inconveniences.
It’s winter now in Australia. I’m usually in my cosy home in temperate Sydney during the winter months, but recently I spent a week in a farm-stay in central NSW. A hideaway in the bush, sustainably run and beautifully presented. A large main room combines kitchen, living and bedroom, and the whole is warmed by an open wood fire. The fridge and stove mean you can haul in supplies for a week and cook anything you’d like or make at home. The bathroom’s at the back, but the cottage’s best feature is a stunning wide, full-length veranda stretching across the front. It overlooks bushland and a river and is the perfect place to soak up the heat and eat, read, or write on a sunny day. Bliss.
Revelling in the isolation, I was also reminded that you need the right clothes to stay warm in any cold climate; that in this vast Australian continent you can often be out of range of internet and phone services; that if the pipes freeze, you’ll curse yourself for not having filled the water kettle the night before. A hot drink to start the day looms as an essential. And someone needs to check if the fire needs another log at 3 am, so you’re not on your knees at 6 am trying to blow a flicker into a flame.
Intense cold is also a reminder that being in an extreme situation—mental, emotional and physical—can exhaust your capacity to function properly. If you can, call time-out—from social media, from people who are taking and not giving in return, from a space where you can’t breathe, can’t think. Walk around the block. Look at the sky. Pat an animal.
For me, the week was both time-out and renewal, about listening to the wind in the trees, seeing sunlight play across a slow-moving river, inhaling that earthy scent that comes after rain, spotting patterns in river rocks and the trunks of trees. I also solved some knotty plotting problems from a camp chair tucked among the trees with fairy wrens dancing around me. And I was lucky enough to experience some random acts of kindness—it wasn’t me doing the 3 am wood run to keep our cottage toasty warm.
I know Planting Hope has just been released, but thinking ahead—my next book, Lela’s Choice, another standalone contemporary romance, is due out before Christmas. It’s set in sunny, windy Malta. Find out more from the My Books section of my website.
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