The leaves are changing color, and the days are taking on that golden fall tint. September is settling in and the nights are growing colder. I’ve always loved the season changes. I nearly always find myself anxious for the switch from one passion to another, from the river to the slopes, usually with some quality single-track time in between. I’ve been anticipating this fall for awhile, as it promises a return to those long-neglected passions.
School has started, and I’ve sent my youngest out into the world for Kindergarten. An empty and silent house is perhaps the greatest, and most eagerly anticipated, change for me this past week. I’m suddenly rediscovering just how many hours there really are in a day.
Change is also in store for my career as a writer. I will no longer be contributing articles to Newsbud, though I wish them success. I’m hoping to write more here on the blog again. More importantly, with all this newly recovered time on my hands, I plan to finish my long overdue novel. I’m eager to return my focus to fiction for a while, and I’m feeling a great sense of freedom and inspiration.
The leaves are changing, and I’m excited.