A Writer Hibernates

I have a confession. I know that most people, at least in cooler climates, don't love January and February. I do. As a writer, they're my most prolific months. And probably my most creative. I'm like a bear in hibernation. I can go days without leaving the house where I have my office. I've been known to still be wearing my flannel pj bottoms at 4 o'clock in the afternoon.  I get up in the morning, make my tea, chat with my mom, (also a writer) read my email and then I get to work. My normal writing schedule is Mon-Fri 9-5, but in January and February, I often write on Saturdays and Sundays. I also write into the evening. I can skip meals and my yoga class.  After the hustle and bustle of the holidays, the cold months are my down time, which oddly enough, become my up time. I feel as if I recharge my creative batteries in the winter. While friends and family complain about the lack of sunlight, and bitter days, I secretly wish it would stay dark and cold a little longer. And I could stay inside my cave.