Do snow showers bring creative powers?

Yes. Yes, I believe they do.

Over the course of the last school year, I somehow managed to write two complete novels: Just Whistle, which has since been released, and another one that's still being edited. But this year...? I don't know. I just haven't been feeling the creativity.

I know myself better than anyone (a profound statement, for sure) and I'm well aware of the fact that my creativity tends to follow a cycle. I'll write a book, get heavily into torn-paper mosaics for a month or two, revisit the world of fiction by reading all the time, and then return to my laptop so that yet another novel can be composed. I'm looking back on August through the majority of January, though, and realizing that I have almost nothing to show for it. I did read some books (Diana Gabaldon's Drums of Autumn had 1070 pages; THAT was an accomplishment), and I constructed a couple of Christmas and birthday cards... but there's been nothing major. There's been no book.

And then it snowed. :)

All of a sudden, the assortment of projects that had been flitting about my head (and let me tell you: there were simply too many projects flitting about my head!) settled themselves into a manageable "List of Things to Do." Jonny and Jane are going into hibernation, Bas and Bert are being relocated to the back burner, and I currently have a date with some old friends.

So what am I doing today, you ask? Editing.

Is it creative? Sort of.

Is it fun? Not especially.

Is it necessary? Yeah...