marycatelli (marycatelli) wrote,
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It's summertime and the questing is easy

Tolkien, of course, sent his Fellowship out into the winter.

Maybe it's the English winters.  Diana Wynne Jones describes seasons other than winter as merely theoretical in fantasy.

I send them out into the summer.  Usually.  Indeed, whenever I go by reflex, they go out in the summer.  When I pull out a calendar and go to fix a long running story, it will, of course, have to cross the seasons.  (Getting your heroine pregnant and having her give birth in the same story is a good way to ensure you include more than one season.)

But when I just send them out for a day or two, or a week, or even a month, it's summertime.  Which has a lot of advantages.  Less snow and ice.  Warmer weather for camping.  And since I have carefully selected non-farming occupations, they don't have to worry about the farm.

Though I do have to keep track of whether the flowers are in bloom.  They make nice local color but they also point to the yar.
Tags: local color, story time, world-building: reproduction, world-building: social classes
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