It should come as no surprise that this is my favorite time of year. I suspect that if you polled writers in general you’d get the same answer as often as not. There is something about the chill in the air, the early evenings and the changing leaves that sparks the imagination. Bradbury captured this time of year wonderfully in Something Wicked This Way Comes, devilish, time-reversing carousels and all.
It’s the season of stories really – beginning now with ghost stories at night by the fire (or for us city folk, by the radiator), stories of thankfulness and remembrance in November and, of course, tales of Christmas and Hannakah to usher in the long winter months.
Today was sunny and crisp – jacket and long scarf weather outside. Tea and warm socks weather inside. It was the perfect day to stay in and finish that space story I owe my writers group.
Instead, we went to the carousel. Thankfully, everyone was the same age getting off, as they were getting on.