January and February in New England always make me rethink my life choices. Why do I live here, anyway? Sure, I like the people. The sense of humor, and wit. Mountains, lakes, oceans, all within hours of each other. Nine months of the year, the good outweighs the bad. But then we get over 6 feet of snow in two weeks, bone chilling cold, and a wicked stomach flu making the rounds, and warmer climates call to me.
But I cannot heed their call. Instead, New Englander that I am, I burrow in. And complain.
I also long for stories. Long complicated yarns. Not too depressing, because that would be redundant given the season. I don’t do gruesome well. Scary is out–sleep is too precious a commodity. Since I am writing my own book, reading is a little less enjoyable. I spend too much time dissecting craft.
These days I am multi-tasking, working on a website while watching TV. Happily, thanks to the advent of Netflix and Amazon Prime, I have been able to involve myself in wonderful stories. Some of my favorite discoveries in the past few months:
On the Wicked Cozy Authors blog, I wrote about the wonders of the worlds of Marvel. Anyone else watching Agent Carter? Looking forward to Avengers? Counting down the days till Agents of Shield comes back?
I know, I know, I don’t seem like a superhero kind of gal, but I’m not sure there are better story arcs anywhere.
Then there’s Downton Abbey. I’ll confess, it is on my DVR, but it isn’t must see TV for me this season. I’ll binge watch them later.
Another period piece that I loved–Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries.
I can watch old series, but love discovering new ones. Any suggestions?
Two more storms are due in the next five days.
And I love a good story.
J.A. Hennrikus writes short stories. Julianne Holmes writes the Clock Shop Mystery series. They look alike.