I’m working on some edits and a new chapter for That Awesome Paranormal Detective Novel, and watching the leaves fall outside.
Autumn is my favorite season by far. One of the many nice things about New England is the very defined change between seasons. We have a snowy winter, a muddy spring, a mild summer…but the fall is the prime event here, seasonally speaking.
Colorful leaves aside, I love autumn because of the elegiac and slightly melancholic mood of it. My temperament matches this season best, I think. I get something out of walking among all the falling leaves on a brisk and windy autumn day that I don’t feel in any other season. I just love the days when it gets cool enough to finally start a fire, and then sit and have some hot cider while watching all the colors go kablooie outside.
I realize this blog entry reads like some sort of emo journal entry, but that’s how it goes here at the incredibly multifaceted Munchkin Wrangler Prose Factory and Magic Daycare Center. I’m all complex and layered and stuff.