Season for Writing?

Season for Writing? Autumn is my season. I am a May Baby. The air is crisp and clean. Autumn colours are spectacular. My brain comes alive then after the lassitude of Summer and before Winter’s hibernation. Autumn is when I write. But there is something about this Spring that’s got the creative juices flowing. The urge to write is strong. My third novel has been languishing with uncooperative characters who won’t let me get to know them. But come Spring, they’ve opened up, let me in and are starting to come to life.

I suspect it’s not just Spring. It’s the sense of the world beginning to heal and recover. I think it’s called hope.