Now that fall has fully established herself in my world, I am in writing mode. I wonder if there is some deep evolutionary reason for my general productivity as the weather cools? Who knows. In the summer, I wander too much and can’t focus. When the nights turn crisp, I hole up in my office–my window on the world–and heat starts rolling from my fingers.

Whatever the reason, my writing ramps up as the temperature goes down. Does this mean a move to a sunnier climate is off the table for me? Perhaps. I love to write about being barefoot on a beach somewhere, but I better stay where the snow flies if I want to make it as a writer!