Ah, Fall!

                                                                                              Pat Zabriskie

I’m jumping the gun a bit as I welcome September—month of hope—these 90 degree days can’t last much longer. Those cool, chilly mornings assure me that Fall is hovering about. I wish she’d hurry up and kick Summer out soon.

Patience. I can make it, I think.

For some reason September seems to usher in a time of order.

In September, people settle into a different routine. The kids go back to school, people stop vacationing, and resume a more regular schedule.

Even though our five kids are grown with children of their own, I still love Fall.

Summer was brutally hot out here on the eastern plains of Colorado. Many 100 degree days. Everybody moving in sweaty, slow motion. My husband splits wood these cool mornings. I dream of windy days hunkered down by the fire with a book and a cuppa java. Probably by October.  Now, I can peaches, make plum butter and zucchini relish and use the oven instead of the crockpot.

Along with nostalgia and dreams, my Autumn invites me to my desk where I’ve sweated this past summer on my book draft. I’m writing the story out now and loving this phase of the work. By October, I hope to have it ready to submit.

So with hopes and dreams, I greet September. Before I know it, I’ll be handing out Halloween candy, cooking Thanksgiving dinner, and dashing around buying Christmas gifts.

For now, I’m content bringing to life a cast of characters I hope my readers will love, and will beg to read more about them.

A book contract by Christmas would be nice, too.