My ancient writing partner has recently returned to Phoenix after many years of residing (and not writing) in Minnesota.
Now that he has retired, he is interested in resurrecting the story production.
The original story was developed by a gang of four in Phoenix in 1972 and though the “silent two” did not lend a hand in the writing of the stories they did support the creation of plotlines, characters and such.
If the thing had sold in Hollywood, they would have been involved in some aspect.
When the project remained unsold, we each went on with our lives and the other three found other interests. Survival requires such things.
I continued to write on the Lycron subject but did not have much luck selling any portion of it. Still, though, it might be lucrative in the future and I kept up with additions to the canon.
One of the group never left Phoenix. One moved to North Dakota and has begun writing on his own, and doing quite well. One is returning to the hot desert of Arizona and I am living in climatological comfort in Northern Virginia.
Climate probably has nothing to do with writing.
And the fact that two of the original group are back in the heat where it all began probably does not mean much either.
More important, of course, is time enough to write. But even that is not the most important.
I think that would be the need to say something.
And that is the only climate that matters.