Bob’s Your Uncle–

Jack gets over the line again in time – –

Yes – Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD) is a real thing! A friend mentioned it in an email a few days ago, and it got me to thinking – –

I spent most of my life living in central Scotland, and in mid-winter, there, the days are short. I mean that even on sunny days the light starts around 10 am and stops around 3 pm. (Harlan isn’t the only place this happens.) If I had lived in the far north, maybe Orkney or Shetland, there wouldn’t have been any light at all! I’ve heard tales of folk up there holding golf tournaments by head lamps at noon – –

But folk were used to it and mostly just adapted – unless they were incomers from further south. Wendy arrived in Scotland from Newfoundland, which is the tiniest bit higher up toward the North pole, so her winters actually got longer!

In days of yore, by which I mean pre-Christian times, the early inhabitants were sun worshipers and held ceremonies around the winter solstice to encourage the sun to return and for the days to lengthen again. Many of these fire festivals survive to the present day and usually involve a procession with a ‘clavie’ – a large iron cage filled with burning wood with all the people either taking a burning ember to their house or adding more wood to the cage.

In Shetland they have ‘Up Helly A,’ when a replica Viking longship is hauled through the town to the harbor and then set on fire. I think this may also be why New Year celebrations are more significant than Christmas in Scotland? No one really knows when Christ was born, so the existing sun/Son worship time seemed appropriate.

I don’t remember ever having suffered from SAD when I was living in Scotland, and I still don’t really here in Southern Virginia, but I do notice the change of light more. I wonder if that is because, being much further south, the summers are longer and warmer, so the contrast is more stark.

There’s a whole other argument about the need for changing the clocks – springing forward and falling back — but that’s the subject for another post – –

Come back next Wednesday for more from Jack

New York City Midnight Short Story Challenge

Writer Wendy’s weekly installment

The New York City Midnight Short Story Challenge opens tonight.

This is when about 15,000 people try writing a 3,000 word story in a week or less, based on a prompt that involves a character, a genre, and a plot device.

I’d always wanted to enter, and last year finally made it. (Hey, if the pandemic taught us anything, it’s: don’t postpone joy.) The prompts drop at midnight on Fridays. I rose bright and early Saturday morning to discover I was writing an action adventure story based on a coast-to-coast killer and a weird teacher.

Just shoot me.

Actually, I had a good time writing something in a genre I don’t even read. A little boning up on what action adventure entails, a little whimsical use of crochet as a plot device, and viola, I was through to the next round.

Round two is when the sheep and the goats start dividing. Round 1 is basically eliminating people who don’t write in complete sentences. Round two was fun as well, and while I enjoyed it, my life was complete by not getting tossed out the first time in the first round.

So when I advanced to round 3, I was kinda astonished. And scared. Pressure was on. We were now down to 100s instead of 1000s.

I didn’t make round 4 last year. The prompt drops at midnight, and I certainly plan to get at least to round 3 this year. We shall see.

Except a lot of weird questions. One reason I made it as far as I did last year was all the help friends sent me. They read, edited, suggested, and checked facts. It was pretty intense. (The deadlines get shorter each round.)

I look forward to what this year’s short story challenge brings. But believe me: nothing could be worse than writing an action adventure about a teacher who crocheted a note to the police.

Come back next Friday for more from Wendy Welch