Skiing, Not Writing

When you live so close to the mountains, the French Alps, it is easy to understand why less writing is achieved in winter. I took these photos during a recent visit to the La Clusaz ski resort. I am trying to crack on with a second novel, and trying to get a first one published, but the snow calls out to me - there is nothing more liberating (a sensation I only discovered at the age of 32) than gliding down a dazzling white slope, pretending that I'm flying through the air, looking down into the valleys and villages below. Now I'm back in front of the computer and hoping that the inspiration of these sights will somehow add beauty to the words I create.