|Autumn from Four Seasons by|
Alfons Mucha [Public domain],
via Wikimedia Commons
Today's topic is:
How does your writing (place, time, inspiration) change with the seasons?
Where I live in Canada we get four very distinct seasons, from decently hot summers to really chilly winters (but not always). Take the past couple of days, for instance. Monday: high summer temperatures; Tuesday: sweater and scarf weather and flurry warnings. Say what? Such is life in Western Canada. Winter mornings start out VERY dark and the sun sets before you head home from work. For me, that makes it challenging to feel motivated to do anything besides curl up with a blanket, a pot of tea, and a good book. Writing? Eh.
I first started working on my WiP in July of last year and with all of the extra daylight hours, I managed to get a lot done. I was up early with butt in chair and ready to write. This is especially weird given the fact that my story is set in the Dry Valleys of Antarctica primarily during the months and months of darkness. Art definitely not imitating life.
When we were in Scotland this past May it was grey and COLD. Between the squishy weather and the gorgeous surroundings I found myself plotting a whole new story idea. But when we came home to sunshine and warm temperatures, this story idea got filed away for another day. Now that it has started to get chilly and grey again, I find myself wanting to pull out that story and dive in.
I'd be lying if I said that the seasons don't influence my writing. I'm revising that first WiP and have been working on another at the same time that takes place by the ocean in summer. I can already feel myself becoming less inspired by the day as the weather here turns crummy. And that's when other forms of inspiration become important—music and pictures I've somehow attached to that particular story.
How about you? Do you find that your writing inspiration and/or routines are affected by the seasons?