Spring is experimenting with Michigan here for the next couple of days — doubt if it’s going to stay, but it’s giving us the big thrill of temperatures in the 40s (we hear the forecast for Saturday and Sunday is 46! ) Can you imagine the rapture?
What it makes me think about are the settings for our books. We settle on a place, and then we have to settle on the time of year, unless of course we’re writing about Hawaii or something equally temperate where it doesn’t really change much over the course of twelve months. My current WIP is set in Nevada, which to the best of my recollection features two seasons: winter (COLD — at least in the northern parts, which is where my WIP is) and summer (HOT — which goes for anywhere in the state). I don’t want it to be winter, so it’s not cold, but I don’t want it boiling hot, either. I’m afraid I really can’t remember what the spring and autumn are, to the extent they exist. Fortunately I’m going to eastern Nevada in person at the end of this month, partly to rev up my memories, and I figure whatever it is in March, as long as it isn’t snowy, is what it’s going to be in my book. At least that’s the current plan.
My last effort was easier — it was spring in northern Michigan, which is cool and short. We tend to tumble into summer rather precipitously. So the warming weather went with the tension in the plot. Now, thinking about it, I can’t help but wonder. Am I seasonally sensitive because I live in a place with such marked seasons?
So that’s the question I’ll bounce out to you all. Is the season important to you in your books? How do you pick the season for each story? What kind of book should be set in winter?
Of course next week we well might have deep snow here. We had a horrendous ice storm one April 1st. What kind of story would that fit?