Winter is by far my favorite time of year. I know it's not winter yet, but it's 2 degrees outside, so I'm going to pretend fall is over. For now, anyway.
I love snow, as long I don't have to drive around other people. I love sitting under a blanket with a mug of coffee, tea, or hot cocoa. And when it's this cold out, I love setting my warm laptop in front of me and typing away at a nice story.
If I could live in a land of perpetual winter, sit indoors and write all the time, I would never want for anything. Except, maybe, a trip to the summer lands every couple of years. But for no more than a week.
What do you like about winter? Does it energize you to get writing done? Or does it make you sleepy (like I know it does to several of my friends)?