there must be something about winter

I come home, with a whole evening ahead of me, and it is dark and cold out there, and snowy. It's good for just sitting in a chair and maybe eating more salsa verde and chips than you intended. (Errr...yeah, I did that....) I tend to like to write stories set in the season that I'm currently, which does make it difficult to write something in a season I'm not experiencing (not impossible, I have done it!) but harder. I have an idea for a story set in the spring (not there yet, so not yet writing it) and an idea for a soft, summer story. No winter stories! Which I should take upon myself as a challenge, I suppose. If I could stop hiding out under the comforter!