Well, we finally have snow here in the MidWest. With Christmas being just under a month ago, it's actually pretty anti-climactic for me. The snow looks pretty, and I haven't had to drive too far in it, so I'm not really annoyed with the snow, but I'm not over-joyed about the snow either. To be honest, since it wasn't here for Christmas, I could have gone all season without it. But, considering I live in a Chicago suburb, that wasn't going to be too likely.
Snow days are nice...an unexpected day off is always nice...but there wasn't enough for that. Maybe another storm will grant us one of those. But again, if this were it for the year...I'd be okay with that, too.
Being set at a ski lodge, snow did figure prominantly in my Christmas release A Christmas to Remember, but I tend to set my stories in the summer or the fall: My favorite seasons. Fall is so sensory, and summer, is well, summer. The hot, sultry temperatures can reflect the steamy tension between the hero and heroine.
What's your favorite season to write about?
Until next time,