Storytime

Every time autumn rolls around I think it's my favourite season, but then along comes spring and I change my mind. There is just something magical about it. The promise of so many new things after the long dark chill that is winter. It doesn't hurt that the weather begins to warm---well it gets a bit warmer. The days become longer, the sun surfaces (occasionally)...and of course the flowers bloom. It all just makes me feel so happy. And creative. With a strong yearning for adventure and travels and discoveries. I get itchy feet and want to go places. This time of the year I find it difficult to do the hard slog. The editing and redrafting and all the nitty gritty. I find it exciting to begin something new  yet again. But even though this call for newness and first drafts is demanding, there is the understanding that there is other work to finish. Drafts to slog through. Chapters to tighten, timelines to wrangle. Although a part of me wonders if it is ...

I must admit I do love autumn. It's not only the trees colouring up gorgeously as they are at the moment, it's more the lovely sunshine filled days with the crisp mornings and chilled nights. These are the days that are just delightful to be out and about in. Not too hot, not too cold (bit Goldilocks I know but that's how I feel). Interestingly enough, it's when I begin to hibernate. Not that I crawl into my cave and that's it, lights out. Wake me when spring arrives. Although that would be nice at times...but I feel myself slow down. Simple tasks take longer, I get sidetracked easier (if that was possible)...and my writing actually stops. And if not stops, it slows down to a trickle, no, not even a trickle. More like a few desultory drips every now and then. I was reading an article a while ago that said we are a fickle lot when it comes to fashion. In summer and spring we buy buy buy. Not because we need, but we want. All that sunshine and bright ...