The leaves that I thought would NEVER turn, finally did. It happened in, like, two days. It was so windy last night, and all my windows were open. It seemed like perfect Halloween weather. And I’m feeling a renewed motivation for writing. I want to go into my office, close the door (if I can get the cats in there with me because that’s where their litter box is), and sit down with a cup of hot tea and some snacks, and write, write, write. Maybe iced tea, if it’s too warm in there. But tea. And snacks.
I might run into a small snag because someone might want me to go eat dinner with them. But that’s no excuse. It won’t be all night. And I can stay up late since it’s Friday night. I must write!
Do any of you feel renewed at the change of seasons? What season makes you feel rejuvenated?