Once More Into the Winter…

Around January of this year, I discussed my attempts to preventatively address the depression dips I’d faced over past winters.

It was usually in retrospect that I realized I felt so terrible because depression, and that, for me, that depression clawed into me around January/February. Y’know, that Seasonal Affective Disorder thing. It happens to many writers. Others face far worse SAD than I do, so I don’t want to make too big of a deal out of it, but neither do I want to discount the somewha...