The snow season

We had snow here on Monday morning. A sprinkle. A smattering. A skiff. It didn't stick around. It was delightful to see the snow falling. First snow is always a reason to celebrate for me (The picture below is not this city. It's from Miette Hot Springs in Jasper National Park). When it's snowing, I feel like I should be writing something, or reading -- hunkered down in front of a fire -- looking up every now and then to see the snow falling past a window. It has to do with the inevitability of weather, the acceptance of snow.

I have some ideas about the perfect music for snow/snowing, but I wonder about you. What's your perfect snow music? Is it Bach? Is it a favourite folk artist? Maybe it's flamenco guitar. Sometimes I think it's Miles Davis' Kinda Blue, or Sketches of Spain. It can also be this Spotify playlist called "Writing you novel playlist" -- 6 hours and 28 minutes of pretty gloomy, dark music that easily sneaks into the back of your brain.

I have three projects on the go right now -- The Saudade (a novel coming out in winter 2026 from NeWest Press), a collection of sorbets called Deconstructing Noah Pinsky, sitting with University of Calgary Press, and a novel on the market called Sunder (alternatively, it could be called The Alien Wife). All these balls are in the air and I have not started a new project. So I'm reading.