A writer in September is very much like a writer any other day of the year–except for rain. Lots of it.
During a rainstorm, writers are more taken to stare blankly into space. Homework? What homework?
We do so wearing lots of sweatshirts and hoodies–not to mention Snuggies.
Homeschooled writers like me also tend to stay in bed longer, because the blankets are warm.
Also, the leaves are changing, flocks of birds heading far away. Soon the ground will be blanketed in a fragile crunchy gold. We will be raking and breathing air of anticipation for Halloween and Thanksgiving. Everything will smell like pumpkin and pine cones.
Magic is always in the air, come autumn.
Sometimes an autumn day can be gloomy. Everyone is so busy with school that there’s just no time for writing at all. The days grow darker and colder and flowers die. Oh, I do love flowers…last winter I nearly lost my mind, wanting so badly to see a flower grow.
I have decided to focus on three skills for the remainder of the year–baking, the piano, and reading. Yes, reading–for I claim to be such a writer, but struggle to get lost in a book. I want to discover that again, to tune everything out and go another place.
Of course, cutting my Internet time would definitely help…I need to work on that…
A writer in September gathers stories, like she does every other day of the year. She grows and learns and sees new things. She prays and thanks the Lord for letting her see another beautiful autumn.
September is a gift, and I hope I’ve lived it to the fullest. Next comes October, the month of Halloween and magic and lots of candy.
Let’s see where it takes me.