You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”- Ernest Hemingway
Archive for September, 2014
Autumn: A Time For Reading, A Time For Writing
Autumn is the time of year when I can snuggle up with my favorite novels, such as Jane Austen or the Bronte sisters, with the smell of pumpkin and apple candles burning as I’m wrapped up in my favorite blankets, keeping my feet and neck warm in slippers and scarves. While I dread the onset of winter and the crows that hover outside the window, there’s something comforting about the seasons changing.
A woman from my writing group told me she couldn’t stand the weather come Fall because that was the start of her decrease in inspiration. But September and October are my favorite months out of the year. I love the fire-painted leaves and the fat rodents stuffing their stretchy cheeks with acorns for the winter. My white Christmas lights go on every night without making me sweat, my candle scents cover the stale air, my 1950s Swing Era albums playing on my record player, and hot tea and coffee warming my insides as I enjoy every bit of my surroundings.
A combination of these things give me inspiration and motivation to crank out my best stories. Even when I’m snuggled ready to read in my burnt orange reading chair, all I can think about is my next story. Eventually I put my book down and focus on studying my own words.
Autumn: It is a time for reading; it is a time for writing.
What season inspires you and your writing?