The colder weather we’ve gotten here in Utah has gotten me thinking once more about reading and writing.

Ever since I fell in love with books, I have felt that cold weather and rainy days produce the perfect setting for reading and writing. Perhaps it’s something about throwing blankets over myself (for warmth, not as a cloak) and somewhat entering a different world that appeals to me. Maybe the cold takes my mind away from what others consider important and causes me to use my imagination as a distraction from weather?

Odd enough, winter is my least favorite season otherwise because everything dies or becomes too cold (I’m thinking of floors, blankets, air and just about everything else I contact before I’ve woken up). Perhaps I’ve created and association between terrible weather and reading/writing as a method of finding optimism in gloomy circumstances. It’s spring weather that pushed me into writing – a season of warmth and rebirth, not a season of death and cold.

So what does everyone else think? When is your favorite time of the year to sit down and write?