I’ve been feeling unsettled as of late, and I think it has something to do with autumn being on the horizon. Usually, I’m pretty grounded in the present. I know exactly what I have to accomplish week-to-week and day-to-day. I am the master scheduler for our family of five – no small challenge in itself, and more often than not, I have things well under control.
But in the past week or so, I haven’t been focused on the present. I’ve been focused on the future. Part of that is because I love the upcoming season – autumn. Apple picking. Fall festivals. Hayrides. Pumpkin carving. And I just can’t wait to get started. The weather isn’t helping, either. Crisp and cool, it’s just begun to feel like fall in Northern California. I love it, but it’s making me antsy for what’s coming ahead.
As August comes to a close and September begins, I’ve been thinking about how much I miss New England. It’s no surprise – my first series is set on Cape Cod (where I used to live and work), and I’m just finishing up my second book under contract. It’s fulfilling, exciting writing, and believe me, I’m enjoying every minute of it. So why am I so eager to move on?
I think the key for me is the change. I’m restless. I want to do something. Make something. Create something. Every day is a fresh opportunity for me to do that and I’m trying to make the most of it. So as one project is coming to an end, I’m about to begin a new one – finishing up the first book in my second series, also set in New England. It’s an exciting time of year. The best time of year.
What’s your favorite season? Why do you love it so much?