J. Libby's Blog - Posts Tagged "fall"
leaves are for writing on, my acorn heart
Fall, I've discovered, is the beginning of writing season for me. If such a thing can exist. Imagine. Seasons of writing. It's a pattern, the burst and then the lull. The somnambulant haze of the summer months when all I really want to do is play in the sun. I run wild in bare feet and short skirts, with the sun on my legs and my shoulders. The citrus-vanilla scent of sunscreen and the tender sting of burnt skin. That's what I know. Car windows down, no AC, driving the freeway and blasting songs about escape and being in love. Feet still bare, dusty now from the peddles and the brief moments when I step out of the car and I've forgotten my shoes in the back seat.
In the summer, I drink icy beer and tangy margaritas, chilled wine with cheese and honey and mustard. I sit on patios and beneath awnings and watch the kids flirt and dip around each other. I wear spaghetti straps and flavored lip gloss so that my kisses will taste like grapefruit or cupcakes. Sometimes my dress has no straps at all and I am content with the smear of chapstick on my lips.
Fall is when I want to write. When it starts getting cool outside and the days are shorter. The long nights make me yearn for stories and characters and bridges from beginnings to endings. I want good stories and to sleep in and to stay up late. Luckily for me, Fall includes November and November is a writer's month. NaNoWriMo for 30 days and the IWRY Fic Marathon. And then there's Yuletide in December and the months and months of Winter and Spring. Months that are perfect for bundling up and snuggling down and reading. Writing, too, because one cannot happen without inevitably leading to the other.
I'm drafting. NaNoWriMO and IWRY. And maybe something special for Christmas. Maybe. There's so much possibility. It's October, weeks past the Equinox. Officially, the sun and moon say, it is Fall.
In the summer, I drink icy beer and tangy margaritas, chilled wine with cheese and honey and mustard. I sit on patios and beneath awnings and watch the kids flirt and dip around each other. I wear spaghetti straps and flavored lip gloss so that my kisses will taste like grapefruit or cupcakes. Sometimes my dress has no straps at all and I am content with the smear of chapstick on my lips.
Fall is when I want to write. When it starts getting cool outside and the days are shorter. The long nights make me yearn for stories and characters and bridges from beginnings to endings. I want good stories and to sleep in and to stay up late. Luckily for me, Fall includes November and November is a writer's month. NaNoWriMo for 30 days and the IWRY Fic Marathon. And then there's Yuletide in December and the months and months of Winter and Spring. Months that are perfect for bundling up and snuggling down and reading. Writing, too, because one cannot happen without inevitably leading to the other.
I'm drafting. NaNoWriMO and IWRY. And maybe something special for Christmas. Maybe. There's so much possibility. It's October, weeks past the Equinox. Officially, the sun and moon say, it is Fall.
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