The leaves are starting to turn colour and I am suddenly full of energy. Does the weather affect your writing habits? It does mine. When it’s hot and sunny, I’m miserable and grumpy and want to do nothing more than sprawl by a swimming pool, turning over only to sip a cold drink, and I am not talking about water.
I like the cooler air, it makes for better walks and whilst walking, ideas appear more easily. I like the chill of the air against my cheek and then the flood of heat upon entering a warm house. A large cup of tea, the wind outside, the clock ticking, it’s time to settle down and write.
Winter is another season that I love. I can sit in front of a window watching snowflakes fall and write chapters upon chapters. Hours become meaningless. Only the night drawing in reminds me of how long I have been at my desk.
Spring– I start to feel anxious. It’s as if my writing body knows that summer will be here soon and I will start to slow down–to unwind, to begin the summer hibernation.
I look forward to wearing sweaters, and wearing gloves with the fingers cut off so I can punch in some note into my phone when an idea hits me. I can remember winters when I wore those gloves indoors, even though the old rads were cranking away.
I like the silence the winter brings. The muted sound of the city. The warmth of the library after a brisk walk down to its doors. I just feel alive and ready to write.
It’s the perfect time of year to sit in a big leather chair, mug in hand, book in the other and explore new worlds and new ideas, and ending up slightly breathless when finished, for I’ve been curled up in that chair and with that book I have just lived another life.
Even though the soggy days are about, I don’t mind a walk in the rain, well…not a downpour, but a gentle rain will do.
I wonder, do you have a favourite time of year to write? Does the weather help create?