Last year I stopped eating apples. Let me be more specific: I stopped eating apples out of season. In the last few years, picking apples at a local orchard has become a ritual come autumn. My family goes, we get a ½ peck bag, and go to town. As I pick, I also eat. And…
This always happens. As soon as I begin to prove myself capable of the who writing every day and maintaining a stable word count, I want to do more. Lists of goals, plans, ideas, and all such things flood my brain on a regular interval. It’s the curse of being a creative type. A typically…
An End. A Beginning.
The end of Summer. What marks the end of a season begins my favorite time of each year: Autumn. September through November. Fall. I look forward to it increasingly as Summer presses on. But once Labor Day hits, I wait no longer. It is the glorious beginning of Fall. Even if the weather says otherwise,…