Today my husband came home and asked me to guess what they were selling at Costco. You got it – Christmas decorations.
I’ve been progressing nicely with my writing, and I’ve been peeking, looking ahead, seeing where the next steps will be taken. I am conveniently at mid-summer in my novel (sadly for my characters they have been sharing my fate of a cold rainy summer), yet I am outpacing life. Soon, my characters will be experiencing fall, and then Christmas, quite possibly while it is still July for me, or at the latest August.
Nearby there is a Village du Pere Noel that opens for the summer, and I have refused to bring the children – I do not want to celebrate Christmas in July.
I have been a little concerned over this issue, as my settings play a large role in my writing, I have come to realize. My environment is one of my largest sources of inspiration, and often times just writing about my surroundings will get the ball rolling. I have come to reassure myself by deciding that temperament and emotion can be trans-located to any season, and I have lived enough winters to conjure one up even if it is not what I am experiencing at the moment.
When you write, does your physical and emotional environment play a role?