I’m fortunate to live in an area that truly experiences all four seasons. Even though it’s technically still summer for at least another few days, fall is quickly approaching.
September is already feeling like…well, September. (I actually had to put the heat on last night. What’s up with that?)
I do LOVE the fall, though, with its cool air and leaves changing color. However, I noticed that I never seem to set my stories in the fall… or the winter…or even the spring for that matter. All four books (this includes the one I’m finishing up now) have all been centered on summertime.
Well, 1) I’m obviously in a rut. It’s hard to admit that, but there I just did. Rut. Rut. Rut.
And 2) it’s more fun to dress my hero and heroine in summer clothes. Look, my hero’s muscles can be seen and described in much more vivid detail if he’s wearing a t-shirt or bathing suit. Just saying…
3) My couple can spend more time doing fun things in the outdoors. Like go to the beach or boardwalk, or even go swimming. (Hey, it’s an easy way to bring my characters into a scene)
And 4) because summer happens to be my favorite season. YES!!! I ADMIT IT. I figure I must have a subconscious desire to want to keep it summer all year long—even if it’s just on paper. I can’t help it. Plus my settings are all in beach towns. What would be the point of having my characters on the beach when it snows, right?
So there’s my brilliant rationalization for keeping my writing in perpetual summer mode. So sue me.
Actually, no, don’t do that. In my next book I promise to live on the edge and put my characters in winter. Oooh-ahhh.
What about you? As a reader do you pay attention to or care what season the book takes place in? As a writer, are you in a seasonal rut too?