Today, Alaskan author Deb Vanasse described a malady on her blog, and I sighed with relief. Thank god, what I have has a name. SDD – Seasonal Distraction Disorder. Okay, maybe it isn’t in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, but I sure have it bad. Winter in Alaska is long and summer brief; no wonder I feel drawn to outdoor activities, long bouts of weeding, hiking or running in the sun, even sitting on my deck staring at the snow-line climb the mountains across the bay. The daylight lingers late and working at my desk, or even on the sofa, just feels wrong.
I confess that another week has slipped by without me submitting anything to literary journals. Another week and I have one draft (weak, barely breathing draft) and one almost finished poem to show for it. And if it weren’t for my writing group I would never have sat for three hours revising that poem. Never. Thank god for accountability to someone else.
I confess that when it rained (okay poured) yesterday, I felt relief because I could just sit on the sofa and read without that nagging feeling that I should be doing something. And yet, this afternoon when the sun returned, I went for a run and weeded the garden, happily. SDD, it’s here to stay for another month or so. I guess I’ll just have to stock up on beautiful photos for the long winter and squeeze my writing in late at night or on rainy days. No problem, I see the clouds rolling in over the mountains even now.