And it’s that time again! Another delightful blog chain topic from the people of AbsoluteWrite.
The topic is: what season inspires you the most?
And a curious question this happens to be.
I wrote earlier about the changes of seasons, how it’s now possible to feel autumn chill even before the seasons change “officially” – and truthfully, that’s my real time to be out and about. I love the crisp coolness in the air, the foliage, the fact that it’s just that in-between season: cooler than the roast of the summer, but warmer than winter chill.
But, truthfully, what inspires me the most is the winter chill.
Think on it. The storm’s roaring outside, it’s cold enough that the windchill gets into the lungs – which I utterly loathe, I can do dry winters, but not this! – so what is left to do to keep warm but brew a nice ol’ English tea, slip into comfortable pajamas and turn on some music for inspiration? At least, that is what I do. And, of course, I get inspired from music regardless, but this time, I cannot be tempted into going outside…unless I am a masochist and feel like getting bronchitis. Which, um, I’m not.
This is where a lot of plotting and editing happens for me. I delve into the prior books to get my handle on the Department of Back Story, and then I get into the current nuance whirling around in my head. A couple of sips of the ye olde English tea, or a nice strong coffee, and the scene is readily percolating in my head. I call a friend of mine to bounce off some dialogue ideas, and this is how my books happen. All while the snow is pounding the windowpanes.
And then, of course, there are the walks.
You may not know this about me, but I love snowstorms. I love it when the snow is everywhere, especially if it’s the dry sort that doesn’t stick to everything or crusts over with ice. I love the crisp of it under my boots when I walk, I love the way it weighs down the leafless skeletons of trees around the streets. It’s calming, in its own particular way. I especially love walks like these after a day at work. I simply want nothing more than to feel the cold air on my face; it zones me out in almost the same way that music does.
And speaking of writing, I’m waaay overdue to finish the edit of Book 3 Chapter 4. Like, really overdue…
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