Creative Latitude

Some people need creative latitude, but I find that terribly confining.
Especially when that latitude is 90 degrees North or South.
There you are, standing at the North Pole, freezing your ass off with a bunch of goddamned polar bears and Russian submarines.
Or at the South Pole, freezing your ass off with a pack of penguins.
Give me zero creative latitude. Let me the entire equator of creative latitude, and I can dance around the circumference of my imagination.
Well, maybe not the parts over the water. I can’t swim.
And some parts of Africa are seriously fucked-up hellholes.