I realize I don't have any real published writing, but I'm going to talk about a writing tip anyway. I mean, I am okay at writing. I've been doing it for a while!

This may just be me, but even with the most beautiful description, I feel as if it can sometimes pause a story.

I'm going to write an example to show what I mean. (It's just some random human/scene I created in 30 seconds)

Olivia trekked through the forest, eyes scanning for any animals. Her silent wish was quickly fulfilled, as a squirrel scurried up a tree, nothing but a gray flash. Birds chirped impossibly shrill conversations to one another, and zoomed about in the treetops. Olivia could feel the chilly wind as it gusted through the autumn leaves, which were barely clinging on to rough branches. A few fell, an elegant dance of orange hues lit into web designs by the rays of weak sunlight. Even with all the dead leaves, the woods were teeming with life.

This paragraph isn't bad. I mean, it's a bit bland, and rushed, for that matter, but forget that. I'm focusing on the descriptions. (I just realized how bad the show vs tell is as well)

Now, Olivia seems pretty still, as if she stopped doing whatever she was doing to stare around. That very well could have happened... but it's boring in most cases. Besides, it says that she trekked, so she must be walking. It's fine to space away from the character and talk about the setting, but it can make you forget what the character was doing. I N T E R A C T I O N. Use it!

I'd prefer this:

Olivia trekked through the forest, eyes scanning for any animals. She quickly spied a flash of gray, and in her stumbling to get a better look, she hardly caught a glimpse of the squirrel before it spooked away. Squinting up into the tops of the trees, she could see a sampling of birds flitting about, their conversations inaudibly shrill. Olivia continued walking, and wrapped her coat around her tightly as a gust of wind made her shiver. Bracing herself but determined to continue the hike, she admired the orange hues of leaves as they fell. Olivia smiled a little at the beautiful webs of design in the tiny fronds, which were illuminated by rays of weak sunlight. Even with all the dead leaves, the woods were teeming with life.

Olivia seems to interact more with the setting. She isn't just looking at the startled squirrel, she's the reason it got startled! She isn't just noticing the birds, she squinting up to see them! She- okay, I'm guessing you get the idea.

...why did I write an example in spring that takes place in autumn?

The world may never know.

I really shouldn't publish this because it's just a personal preference but oh well