Peg Herring's Blog - Posts Tagged "autumn"
What Is It About Autumn?
I feel a sense of urgency, like I have things to get done before...before what? I don't know.
Maybe it's the (recovering) schoolteacher in me, feeling like I need to get ready for school. I know for years after leaving the classroom I had dreams of going there and being totally unprepared. (In the dreams it was usually because they told me I was teaching geometry this year. Yeah, like they didn't know better!)
It could be the primitive cave woman, anxious to stock up for the long winter ahead. I feel like I should be stocking the freezer and pantry with food, just in case.
The cooler weather might be a factor. Less humidity, less stifling heat, and a person just has to feel like moving around more. So what can I get done? I ask myself.
Whatever it is, I'm antsy and haven't been able to concentrate on my WIP. I keep getting up to do a little painting, a little baking, a little cleaning. That's all good, but sooner or later the Writer is going to have to dubdue the Doer. No more making tomato sauce. We need to get this story preserved.
Maybe it's the (recovering) schoolteacher in me, feeling like I need to get ready for school. I know for years after leaving the classroom I had dreams of going there and being totally unprepared. (In the dreams it was usually because they told me I was teaching geometry this year. Yeah, like they didn't know better!)
It could be the primitive cave woman, anxious to stock up for the long winter ahead. I feel like I should be stocking the freezer and pantry with food, just in case.
The cooler weather might be a factor. Less humidity, less stifling heat, and a person just has to feel like moving around more. So what can I get done? I ask myself.
Whatever it is, I'm antsy and haven't been able to concentrate on my WIP. I keep getting up to do a little painting, a little baking, a little cleaning. That's all good, but sooner or later the Writer is going to have to dubdue the Doer. No more making tomato sauce. We need to get this story preserved.
Autumn Whine
It isn't pretty any more. It takes a jacket and more to go outside. Walking in the woods is risk-taking behavior, what with gunshots and rampant bowhunters.
Thank goodness for football, or this time of year would be useless.
Thank goodness for football, or this time of year would be useless.
