Sunday, October 30, 2011
Welcome to the Season of Reflection
As the Northeast lies dormant under a Nor'easter storm bringing snow before Hallowe'en, I've started thinking about the quiet season that is beginning, more harshly for some than for others. It's about to be colder. The leaves are about to take the wind and pile up in drifts. The pumpkins are ripe and the butternut squash are full of flavor, but it's hard to find a tomato with that summery taste. I have started to accumulate books to read over the winter break, and I have some ideas that I want to write about as I extend the bits and pieces of my new novel. Now that I live in SoCal, it's hard to remember how fierce the wind was in fall in North Carolina, how bitter the cold felt on my neck and how icy the air that I breathed into my lungs on early fall mornings walking to school, how long it took to get ready to go out of the house, with boots, sweater and coat, mittens, scarf, and hat to find and assemble. I enjoy sipping camomile tea with vanilla and sending my mind back to reflect on those days, so I can use some of that sensory detail in my writing. And I love having long periods to read and write, instead of snatched, almost stolen bits of time. So welcome to the time of reflection, or to the anticipation of it. Fall is here.