Not much to post

I'm busy reading Banned Books this week. But check out this wonderful artist while you wait for me to finish.

tender mercenary by july heffernan

The fall is my spring

I've always found this time of year to be that in which I start new things. For some reason Autumn is the most inspiring. Possibly due to the lack of interuptions. Summer is filled with people stopping by, a garden that needs constant vigillance, dogs to be walked and cocktails to be drank.

November is fast approaching and with it the desire to attempt yet again the National Novel Month contest. Two previous attempts have failed due to horrible drowning in details without a plot to grab onto.

There is also the overwhelming desire to redecorate the house to provide a more warm and welcoming place to write and paint, read my books and make soup. One day I'll set my life up in such a manner that it will be autumn all year round and all my time will be spent doing the things I love. But until I can master the control over the weather and a way to make money appear out of nowhere I will make the most out of what I have. My few brief months in which all is right in the world. Or at least my cool, crips corner of it.

The sun came out and I wept

I'm only happy when it rains

The mornings have been holding so much promise of late. The air is cold and fog drapes itself onto my morning walks. I look fabulous in my little black dresses and tights. But all this is just a tease. I'm always left unsatisfied and a little too warm when the sun steals the afternoons. I want my Autumn and I want it now.