Why I’m not writing

I don’t know what it is about this October.There’s something in the air. It’s not just the cooler weather, the crackle of falling leaves, the smell of fresh apple cider . . . there’s something else going on and I can’t quite put my finger on it.

But the outcome is the same. I’m having a hard time concentrating on writing.

Yep. Same ol’ problem just different source.

It’s like I can ‘t sit still. I kid you not. I’ve got a million and one projects on and they all seem much more important somehow. Like cleaning out our linen closet or building a desk or making a wedding cake. I didn’t make any of those things up. They’ve all happened in the last two weeks.

So what is it about the Autumn that makes me crazy?

I don’t know. There’s something exhilarating about losing the Virginian humidity in lieu of crisp mornings that require a hoodie or a jumper. It sort of makes me go all gooey inside, but also gives me a shot of adrenaline, which means I’m never very long at my desk. I’m not even sure I’m writing about it, but I guess I’m wondering if it’s just me or something that everyone catches once September one comes and goes.

I’d like to say that since I’ve acknowledged it, I can now tackle it and move on . . . but did I mention that I’m hosting a Curry Club next week or that we’re throwing a neighborhood wide Guy Fawkes night in two weeks? Yep. Even after I deliver the cake to this wedding today, there’s still no rest for the wicked.

You know what though? I’m not too fussed. The Autumn is my favorite time of the year and I plan to enjoy it even if it means I get a wee bit behind *again*. Life is meant to be for the living after all.