A blanket of snow covering the ground, a bitter Lake Michigan chill in the air...there's nothing better for writing a novel than the need to escape such a dismal reality. Most of "Falling Whisper's" was composed during the winter months. Sunshine, sand, beach, swimming, the idea of pampering...intimacy, my way of changing channels to a better station.
Would I write as much if I flew to a warmer climate over the winter months? Would I be as motivated to write? Goodness, it sure would be nice to find out.
I penned a chapter this week regarding Dora and Carmen. They have such wonderful chemistry together, almost as if they are on the other end of the screen telling me their story...and a hint of where this week's chapter takes place: "the sky's the limit." ;)