The leaves are changing color here in New England. The days are cool, and the nights are chilly. The smell of fall pervades the air. This time of year is my favorite. Crunchy fresh apples, apple pie, pumpkins, corn stalks, Halloween... Need I say more?
It is hard to stay inside and write when the days are so beautiful. As with all responsibilities, the responsibility of writing hangs on my shoulders like a heavy cloak at times. Editors are clamoring for edits, galleys and such, while story characters are running around in my head, just looking for an opportunity to be heard. Yes, it is hard to stay indoors, but I have to get the work done and move on. That is the point of writing, right?
Don't get me wrong, I love the world of story telling and all that it entails. I am honored to be a published author. The work that goes into my novels is a pleasure, to say the least, even when I hit the proverbial brick wall. That's when these days come into play. I leave the house, walk the country road I live on and return refreshed and, hopefully, ready to start again. What could be better than that? Ah, well, there's always chocloate and wine, but that's another story...
In October, I will attend the New Jersey Romance Writers Conference in Iselin, NJ. Both my publishers will be there. I will be attending the book fair, so if you are in the area, stop by and chat with me. Maybe autumn in New Jersey will be as wonderful as it is here in New England.