If I go out on my deck the sun is super warm and feels wonderful. The problem is I can’t spend all my time on the deck pretending to be a cat. No matter how much I’d like that. Instead I’m inside writing and trying to resist the lure of sunshine.
Instead I’m struggling to write a fight scene and make it epic and believable. And not break my own worlds magic rules. That is harder than you might think. How to make Break Bonds and Decay sexy and exciting. Hmmm, I think I need more scientists as fans, then I could talk about isotopic decay rates and cellular breakdowns and make people either be fascinated or annoyed a how wrong everything I write is. However I’m pretty sure most of my readers would rather have fireballs and Carelian snarking.
So I’ll get back to writing and dreaming of summer or at least spring.