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.