If you are North America, you probably have felt one of the worst winters we’ve had for decades. Where I live, we had the most snow I can remember, and it was so cold! Even though it was above seasonal norms in temperature for the past few days, there are still a few small piles of snow not melted. Fortunately none of them are in my yard.
As a writer, thinking of all that snow and cold has to be good for something. I’ve written many Christmas books in the middle of summer, so in the middle of the cold, I should have been writing a book about going to Mexico or something. Actually I know people who were in Mexico when we had the coldest snowiest times. Yup, I’m jealous.
Maybe I should write a murder mystery, featuring those friends….