Friday Fricassee

There's a fire crackling in the hearth. Which makes me not want to move from this spot.

Winter does that to me; steals my non-writing productivity. It's fortunate for me (and my stories!) that writing is sedentary; that I can, indeed, get a lot done while huddled by the nearest and most convenient heat source.

The problems occur when I find I don't want to move at all. As in, I've got to do Something Else. Because, yeah, writing isn't the only thing I do. (It's the only thing I want to do, but that hardly counts.)  And when I'm so cold that even my jodimitts are shivering, it's hard to tear myself away from the warmth to get on with things.

I even put off going to the bathroom. 

So, yeah.  It's one of those days.  One of those weeks, actually.

Okay, it's winter.  I'm doomed until spring.

Which leads me to my get-everyone-to-chat-in-the-box topic: How do the changing seasons affect your writing? Do you draft better in the summer and revise like a champ when it snows?  Does NaNoWriMo fall at exactly the right season for you?  Are you impervious to the weather? Or do you live on a small island in the Caribbean where you are always warm and happy?  (Please don't tell me if the latter is true.  I will hate you at once.)

If I had Nothing Else to do, winter wouldn't be a problem.  Who can complain about a cozy fire, a perfect lap desk, and steaming coffee?  It's the Other Life Things that suffer.  In all, summertime is best for me, because my writing options are wide open-- as in, writing in the car (yes, I do that), writing on the screened-in porch, writing at the vineyards, writing anywhere.

Well, not anywhere that has ants.  Or wasps.  Or yellow jackets or mosquitoes or ticks.

So maybe summer does have a few set-backs.  But that's what air conditioning is for.

Okay, your turn!