It’s truly autumn here now. Still not coat weather, but lovely and brisk. Leaves all over the place. And today it’s overcast and blowsy, a day made for curling up in blankets with hot chocolate and dogs and making stuff up about demons and humans and other animals
I’m never tempted by sunny days, probably because I’ve spent my entire life fighting allergies and asthma–breathing, it’s a good thing–but when the weather turns in spring or fall, I come alive. There’s just so much promise in the air in spring, so much last-ditch energy in autumn when everything’s trying to get its act together for winter. Winter here is beautiful and thanks to global warming, not nearly as cold as it used to be. Summer is amazing, but spring and autumn are the times when things move.
Which makes me think of story structure. (Everything makes me think of story structure.) Continue reading