September began, and I almost didn't notice. This has always been my favourite time of year, cool and little lonesome. Not quite as lonesome as January, but now is that odd time of two winds. In a upper middle-grade/YA book I'm working on, I've written about it thus:
"In the Fall, there are two sorts of wind. The first is a solemn kind that moves about with a mournful little howl, and dolefully flicks leaves into the air. It sighs over the loss of the flowers, and gives no heed to the sudden fiery beauty of the trees or the crisp spice of ground-bound moldering apples filling the air. The second is the curious sort. It blows up coat-flaps and kisses cheeks to blushing as it passes with an excited, tart resilience that sweeps underfoot and dares you to follow as fast and far as your feet will walk you. A good adventuring wind."
I haven't had much time for adventures lately. I began a new freelance position last month, writing and editing for Watchmojo.com's YouTube. It is pleasant work, and combines my love of writing, research, and making lists. I'll be sure to post the videos I wrote when they're up.
This is all going to be rather quick, just wanted to say hello, but should rest my arm. I sprained my wrist last week. It is almost better (90% normal rather than 25% functional). And on the plus, when I wrap it, it sort of looks like I am in a Fight-Club. But I can't talk about that . . .