I’m a four-seasons gal. I relish the renewed promise of spring, the long light of summer, the bright colors of autumn, and the snowy silence of winter. I like the rhythm of changing seasons. As a writer, I go through different seasons. It’s a changing rhythm, less predictable than the seasons of weather but with similar energy and emotions. Spring: The Season of Inspiration. The seed of a new project lands in my head. I nurture it with prayer and Bible study. It starts to take root, and its tiny leaves hold promise. Summer: The Season of Growth. The serious work begins. I write. I edit. I yank out the weeds that don’t belong. I rewrite. I make a decision: Is this project worth the…