Like others on this list, I chose a real place and one that I wanted an excuse to visit regularly: Madison, Wisconsin.  Currently, I'm having fun writing about vampires in snow.

Speaking of which, it's snowing here: great, huge gobs of fluffy white stuff. A true confession? I kind of like it. Today feels like one of those days when, if I didn't have an off-school, four and a half year old banging on a drum in the other room, I'd totally snuggle into bed and read and/or write all day.

Do you have days that FEEL like writing days? Is there perfect weather for writing?