Woke up this morning to the first frost of the year. It’s winter writing time. I always look forward to the cold and snow and the isolation they bring. Though I do enjoy the sun, swimming, and warmth of summer it is not my best season for being creative. I found there’s nothing more stimulating than punching out a story while a snowstorm rages outside.
Winter is also the time when I do my best and most prolific marketing and promotion of my books. It’s always hard to spend hours plugging descriptions and links onto writer sites when it’s a balmy eighty degrees, but seeing frost on the window keeps me focused. My best sellers, DROP OUT, DEGENERATES, and FROSTPROOF were all written during the winter months. There’s just something about the grayness of the season that makes me more colorful on the page.
So, as I sit here writing this, wrapped in a sweat suit, sweatshirt, and blanket, I can’t help but wonder what creativity this winter season will bring. My latest novella AS IT IS IN HEAVEN is nearly complete and I have four months coming of chilly isolation to fill. Will I write a thriller, science fiction novel, or another literary? I guess I’ll have to see what the muse offers.