Timothy Egan, Northwest correspondent for The New York Times, seems to think so. He writes:
In early winter, when the heavy rains come to the Pacific Northwest and we settle under a blanket of sullen sky, something stirs in the creative soul. At the calendar’s gloaming, while the landscape is inert, and all is dark, sluggish, bleak and cold, writers and cooks and artists and tinkerers of all sorts are at their most productive.
At least, that’s my theory.
He found quite a few Seattle writers and artists who share his opinion. What do you think? Read Egan’s entire piece here.