This week, I ought to be sowing peas and parsnips and potatoes (the latter by tradition on Good Friday), but I haven’t even bought the seeds. The only activity in the garden is shovelling snow from the paths and building snowmen. This time last year we were having a heat wave. But I've got it easy compared with the farmers who have lost sheep buried in snow drifts and the households without electricity because snow and ice have brought down the cables.
Still, I tend to find bad weather makes a good climate for writing: I’m less distracted if it’s dull or cold or wet outside. So I’m quite content this week continuing with the revisions to my novel, and the final edit of a short story I want to submit. I also have a few blog posts in the cooking pot – one on whether grammar is really necessary; another on the joy of blogging; another on whether it’s right to use real people in our fiction – but I’m not sure which will surface first.
Meanwhile, do share any thoughts on weather and writing: the kind of weather that suits your writing and/or any good writing you can recommend about the extreme weather we’re experiencing right now.