I haven't been feeling well the last few days, and have been engrossed in yet another great story.  Montana 1948 by Larry Watson.  I spent most of the day Wednesday sleeping, trying to keep my naseua at bay.  I haven't had much in the way of creativity the last few days.  I have been having to really force myself to sit and write, and the writing has certainly not been my usual quality.  So, I thought it best to walk away for a bit.

The weather is getting very chilly, and I'm not quite ready to give up summer.  There are things during autumn that I look forward to; picking apples with Shawn, carving pumpkins and making toasted pumpkin seeds and pumpkin pie with the fill form the pumpkins, walking in piles of leaves in the park.  But I hate that they will be the last days that I spend outside for several months.  I'm not a huge winter person, because I get cold very quickly and have a hard time warming back up. 

But I suppose on the upside, when the snow starts to fly, I will have no excuse to hide from my writing :-)