It's Almost May
The sun is beginning to shine more often and the temperatures are warm enough to sit out side and enjoy the sun. It’s the best time of year for me.
Oddly, I don’t often write books set in the spring. I’m much more of a fall or winter setting kind of writer. I like the crisp autumn days. And I like being able to cuddle up with a fire, a book, a cup of hot tea, and maybe a cat on my lap for winter. Not to mention that there’s something about those months, the endings that create such a nice aura of creepiness or subtle fear.
I realize Southern Gothic in the US relies on humid days, Spanish moss, and buildings that hold as much mold as they do ghosts, but having lived in the South—my first five years were in Alabama and then I had a brief stint in North Carolina recently—I find that even the idea of humidity makes me sweaty and uncomfortable no matter what temperature the air conditioning is.
And worse! There might be spiders or cockroaches.
Give me Pacific Northwest Gothic where the clouds are low, the rain threatens, and the forests are thick evergreen things that could hide any manner of monsters, or ghosts.
However, when it comes to enjoying the year, I find I like all the seasons for different reasons. My body is finally waking up to spring as our weather has come late this year. I’m enjoying the sun outside and watching my cats in their sun spots.
Cats most definitely know how to relax in the sun.
What’s your favorite time of year?