As a fiction writer, I often find myself looking at the world as something different than it actually is. For example, today, with large, fat snowflakes drifting lazily to the ground, I feel as though I’m inside a snowglobe that has just been shaken.

Many people aren’t fans of snowy days, whether they dislike to shovel or the precarious drive to work, but I enjoy them. I love the way snow clings to tree branches, as if they are slathered with thick white icing, or how bright the day can be even when it’s overcast because of so much surrounding whiteness. And when the sun shines, the snow-covered ground glistens as though encrusted with flecks of diamonds.

I’m not sure if it’s because when I write, I have to describe things, and writing “it was snowing” gets old, but it’s helped me see things in a completely different way.

Have YOU ever found yourself looking at something many others complain about (i.e. bad weather, traffic jams, being sick, etc.) in a way that makes it more positive? Or are there some things that no matter what you do, you just aren’t a fan?