Being from New England and never liking the cold weather, fall was always a tough time for me. I loved the brisk air, the vibrant colors of the leaves, and the anticipation of the coming holidays, but the shorter days and the long cold nights were not always easy.
Now living in Florida I miss all that I loved in New England, and actually wish I could see the soft falling snow again. There is nothing more beautiful than white snow against a backdrop of a stark blue sky and evergreen trees.
The best part of being a writer is to be able to choose any setting and fill it with compelling, believable characters. I'm planning my third book to take place during the winter months in Massachusetts....I guess I'll have to move back.
Will I ever be content? Call me crazy! :)