I don’t love cold weather, but I hate summer. I’m allergic to all things Iowa and spending time outdoors in the summer is miserable.

I do miss going to the river and seeing dozens of Bald Eagles. The snow blocks out all the extraneous noise and all I hear through my Elmer Fudd hat is the dam churning, squirrels squawking and eagles chattering.

Started working on a new piece set in the Colorado high country during winter. My second novel-length project in which weather acts as a character. In White Hell, the winter storm acts almost as a villain, aiding the antagonist and creating another obstacle for the protagonist. In the latest piece, the weather and freezing temperatures are the catalyst for the inciting incident.