Fall, or Autumn if you prefer, has reached my part of Maryland. Last week, temperatures dropped into the 60s and even 50s for highs as a cold front and the remnants of Karen came through. Karen apparently decided she liked this part of the world and stuck around for a few days, dropping a few inches of much needed rain on us. It was a rather gloomy view from my office window—although the shifting tree colors helped to break up the gray.
This hasn’t been a great year for a fall display, but I’m still enjoying the wide range of colors we have. The main road near our home is lined with a variety of trees that turn bright shades of yellow and gold, as seen from our car.
Fall is a restless season for me. There’s something about the shortening days and cooling temperatures that makes me think I should be doing something different someplace else. But I’m never sure what that something and somewhere are. Since I began writing fiction in 2009, I’ve hoped that restlessness would translate into new story ideas or an increased desire to work on the manuscripts. Alas, that’s not always the case.
And every year, when the leaves turn from green to glorious blazes of red, orange, gold, and purple, my mood turns contemplative. I question what I’ve done since the beginning of the year and evaluate my progress. To be honest, I’m not terribly impressed with the results of this year’s review.
I’m nowhere near where I hoped to be with writing. And the blogging effort has fallen short, too, which probably explains my stats’ continued flat line since the annual summer vacations in Blog Land. I’m limping into my blog’s second birthday at the end of this month.
I’d like to see some improvement in these areas before the end of the year. So I’ll continue my search for post topics that will interest both me and readers. And while I won’t be participating in NaNoWriMo, I am setting some modest goals for the rebuild of Death Out of Time in November. Reaching them should help me through the dark winter months that are always tough on my outlook.
Just as seasons turn, so do our moods. These contemplative stretches pass, and I spend more time doing and less time reflecting. I’m also doing the prep work for November to be more action-oriented and defining the goals for the New Year. There will undoubtedly be setbacks and sidetracks, but also forward momentum. And as long as we make progress, we’re doing all right.
Do the changing seasons affect your moods? Are you participating in NaNoWriMo? Have you met some of your goals this year?