Coming soon: Tuesdays with Jay No. 30: Submissive Signaling

Summer gives way to fall in my neighborhood. I like to walk down to the cornfield in the mornings and see what the clouds say.

Fall is my favorite season. The crisp, cooling air under blanketing clouds; the leaves changing their shades as each day passes; the mugs of hot chocolate and apple cider around a roaring bonfire: I try my hardest to fill up on them all so the joy will last me the rest of the year.

And, of course, fall is when my writing group holds its annual retreat. This year, I...