Spring is here in Washington, DC. It’s a very different time of the year than it was in Los Angeles, where I grew up. The announcement of cherry blossom bud sitings brings in spring. They bloom first, along with the dogwoods, and it’s like a switch has been turned on. Everything starts to wake up. In just a few weeks, the entire area goes from completely barren and dead-looking to full of life.
The beginning of my story has been blooming like that. Sometimes I wish I was finally done with this book — I have worked on it for so long and struggling through so many problems that I just want it done. But it’s like spring, it’s started to bloom and become more than it is.
QUESTION FOR YOU: Does your writing habits change when the weather changes? Do you bloom, or do you just keep plugging away?