There is a change in the seasons right now. I can feel it. The weather has gone from mild, misty autumn days to the crisp clean chill of winter. Frost is in the air. Today the sky was so blue and bright, I had to wear sunglasses. The clocks went back on Sunday. It gets dark early now.
Winter is coming, and I couldn’t be happier. Long, cold winter nights are for reading and writing.
I haven’t been writing much for myself. Not for years. I dreamt to write for a living, and then I did, but it was other people’s stuff. Corporate stuff. Now is the time to write my stuff.
Winter is coming and I can’t wait.
Where I'm Coming From 