I love autumn. The leaves change colour and the air takes on that crisp, cool quality. The cravings for pumpkin lattes begin. There's a seriousness about this season that must have something to do with it being the start of the school year. I'm back at my desk more and eagerly working on some new stories. Last night, I finished a short story that I started roughly a year ago. It felt great to finish. I had been feeling guilty for leaving my two characters suspended mid-action for so long. It was important to give them the conclusion I felt they'd earned.
Now I'm moving on and looking at other characters whose stories I've started in a moment of inspiration and left hanging. Ever since September started, I've craved spending time with my characters again. I'm back at work in a serious way (my hours go way down in the summer and fall is my busy season). My social life right now revolves around my fictional friends. It's great. I love coming home from work and having a glass of wine and sitting down with my characters for a while. It's a lot like the satisfaction I imagine people get from almost any other hobby, be it knitting, painting or even playing games. It's cozy. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy. And it's a quiet indoor activity that I can do while listening to Mozart and watching the rain come down outside.
Cheers to fall!
