On the Autumnal Equinox

I'm few days late... and a few dollars short (as always) but still, I must recognize the changing of the seasons. The weather has been somewhat Fall-like, but I find I'm still not ready to let go of summer. I'm still wearing skirts to work sans hose, I'll still even wear an open toed sandal depending on what the temperature will be. Yes, I'm quite the daredevil.

I enjoy fall because of the bright, blazing beauty of it. I imagine within the next few weeks, we'll see the colors turn, and the leaves will slowly begin to fall. I enjoy crisper temperatures, especially when the summer scorches (and since there is no air conditioning in my home) the cooler temps can be a relief. I look forward to getting lost in an over sized comforter with my Chihuahua to keep warm. I look forward to pumpkin patches, cider mills, fingerless gloves, hoodies, knit hats, and Halloween parties.

It's also a prime season for photography. So in my adventures (one possibly to the pumpkin patch this weekend with the husband and dog) I'll bring the ol' camera and see what kind of shots I can capture, maybe I'll click something good.

On Three Years Later...

The rain started falling early in the morning, and I know this because I was up around 7:00AM. I had hopes that by time the ceremony rolled around, the rain would taper off, for the outdoor ceremony. The big rain drops fell in sheets the entire day. I ran around under a rain jacket and golf umbrella after getting my hair put together. I sat on the stoop of my parent's entryway watching the rain fall, feeling the humidity, cursing Mother Nature.

I dodged puddles with my father, brother, and best friend. The men willingly got wet so that I wouldn't. Thank goodness for the big, beautiful stone shelter. We were married by the sound of rain drops falling all around us. The sky was still open as we hopped along the sidewalk, racing to the car. The pouring rain was forgotten as danced the night away, safely tucked into a hall.

We arrived home at the end of the night as newlyweds to find our cat wide eyes and leaving wet paw prints across the wooden living room floor. We went upstairs to find a small lake in our bedroom, a waterfall cascading through the window. After taping a tarp to the window and cleaning up the water, we fell into bed, exhausted from the day's events, hoping to get a few hours of sleep before jetting off on our honeymoon.

The weather today of course, on our three year anniversary is idyllic, it would have been wonderful if our day had been nearly as nice as this one.

On Ruts

Boy am I stuck in one. My mind is thinking, man I really want to write, I want to get that story down. But I just don't sit myself down and work on it. I mean, I did the other day, but found myself increasingly frustrated and distracted because I didn't know where I wanted the story to go at the particular point that it's at. I know when it's finished, it's going to be a great story, and hopefully memorable and entertaining, but in the back of my mind, I just want it to be done already. That won't happen unless of course I work on it.

Working on it should be become increasingly easier with the changing of the seasons. As I stay inside more, I can't help but set some time aside for writing.

The reading side of me is in full swing though. I've been burning through books like nobody's business. I just finished The Uninvited yesterday, it's supposed to be a true story regarding the Union Screaming House. Admittedly, parts of it creeped me out to the point where I couldn't sleep, but that's what I get for reading ghost stories in bed. I started Grave's End yesterday also, supposedly another true haunting story. I've been on a true haunting story kick since reading The Amityville Horror a few books back.

I love getting lost in a story, now I just need to find the desire to get lost in my own so I can finish this thing by next summer like I'm planning.

On New Beginnings

A week or so ago, I changed the beginning of my second book, Rogue. On my father's advice of course. Mainly, the main character's job needed to be changed in order to change the situation, so she went from being a waitress in a diner, to an artist renting space next to said diner. (The interaction of the diner is sort of important.) I wasn't too keen on what I had written when I had written it, but I re-read it yesterday, and I really sort of like it now. It's amazing how a piece of your own writing can really grow on you.

I keep saying that this book is going to be my breakthrough, that this is the one that should garner the most attention, but we'll see about that. I'll have to do a little extra advertising next time around, especially if I don't want to be a little office cronie until the day I retire.

Speaking of office cronies, yet another office manager has decided to leave us, this time with notice however. That notice doesn't help much since it was on the eve of a holiday weekend and her last day is tomorrow and... we've not hired a new person yet. Things will certainly be out of sorts probably for the next year again, that is if this next person or persons decide to stay. In the meantime, we'll all be in limbo. Especially me, since I know every job and responsibility around that place. Though... I really can't say I'm surprised.

The office party last week was a good time by the way. I should elaborate, the first few hours were more than lame, listening to teenagers be angsty and hearing girls sing men's songs, classics nevertheless, however, as the sun prepared to set, and the good band as I say prepared to take the stage, the times became much more enjoyable. The music was incredible, people were laughing, dancing, having a great time. And it certainly didn't hurt that we took a side trip to the bar at the end of the night.