(Couldn’t resist rearranging the numbers!)

Working my way through an autumn cold, because where’s the fun of the first woodstove fire of the year if it doesn’t make you cough uncontrollably? After a few days of rain & wind, our gloriously vibrant leaves are almost all gone, and the sky has grown huge again overhead. I’m reminded of the existence of stars. And clouds. And how fantastically blue the sky can be.

Of course, I’m also reminded how cold I tend to run on even a slightly chilly day.  Brrr. Shivering all day. Thank goodness for whippets who cuddle close at night & have a running body temp. a few degrees warmer than mine!

Today’s a writing day, which is good. I have a short story I’m obligated to turn in by the end of the year, though I’ll probably end up really doing the work over Thanksgiving weekend–traditionally a very productive time for me, for some reason. We go down to The Boy’s parents’ home in Connecticut, where it’s usually a very full house: lots of good food, lots of happy commotion. And for whatever reason, I find it very easy to write there.

I’m struggling a little with the book I’m currently writing. I believe utterly in this story, I’m just not sure I’m good enough to do it justice. Writing friends tell me this is not an unusual belief among writers, even writers with many published books to their names. So I work through my uneasy feeling that the way I string together words can only create only utter dreck. I keep putting down the words, keep trying to find a better way to describe that slant of afternoon light and the way it catches at my heart. Keep trying to improve the writing, to understand the process better.  I’m not sure I believe it’s working, but I do believe in the work.

Cool things I’ve found this week:

Going to go do the work now.