The first round of edits for NUERMAR'S LAST WITCH are completed (Thank the Goddess!) and I sit at this window, south of Summer, and watch the leaves ripple in a growing gold and russet cascade. It rained yesterday, and for a few days before, the air tepid and humid with moisture--yet I yearned for the feel of flannel. Today, the air is cooler, the tea in my mug is hot and my mind drifts the pleasant taste and texture of hot cocoa on my tongue.
I love Autumn.
This Summer had so many ups and downs, joys and heartbreak; truly the most tumultuous time I think I have ever endured. I am glad to have come out of it intact, to be me. Galadriel's line in LOTR's comes to mind, where she pleased in the fact that she resisted the Ring's temptations and remained simply Galadriel.
From it all, I have learned that the best lessons learned are those hardest taught, that the rewards are sweeter for the suffering endured, and that some losses go soul deep. I've learned to be damned grateful for what I do have, and for that which I have not. I am truly Blessed with good friends, a loving family (even if some of them drive me insane), and a budding writing career. And as to the writing career, I am further than many, but not further than most and I know I have a hellish struggle to get where I want to be--but I am ready and willing, and embrace that challenge with arms wide open.
I look forward to long talks with my friends, walks with the dog, carving pumpkins and toasting the seeds. I look forward to chilly days with music streaming from my speakers, fingers dancing across the keys as a waft of steam from my cup drifts past my screen. And, so I ask, what are you looking forward to doing this Fall? Will you be reading, or writing? Will you be out in the crisp Autumn air? Or, will you miss Summer?
