Oc-tooooooo-ber!

This isn’t my tree; it’s my mom’s

This isn’t my tree; it’s my mom’s

I have no idea why it makes me so happy that it’s October now. It’s probably a throw-back to my childhood. I’ve always loved autumn, and I grew up further north, where the seasons change a little more reliably. Here in eastern Missouri, the colors are starting to change, but we’re a whole gardening zone south of where I grew up, so it’s a little slower to come. Soon enough, though, we’ll have the colors, but right now it’s too early to rule out highs in the 90s.

This is a prep month for me. My goal is to have the series plot nailed down so I can go dark and write in November. It’s not an ideal month for a big writing project, what with Thanksgiving and friends visiting and all, but I’ll have to work with it. I’d really like to be hip deep in a fast edit come the new year. Operative word being fast, ideally. We’ll see.

You know what’s not ideal? I got over my cold as hay fever season started. Let the sniffling and sneezing continue. At least it’s not contagious, so I can be out and about without worrying that I’m Typhoid Mary.

I hope y’all had a good week!