On Autumn, Writing and Why Toronto's Mayor Should Resign

It is a wet, cool autumn day. It’s been the perfect day for writing, for any type of creativity. And I’ve been doing my best to savour the day in all its grey beauty. This morning, after completing my Morning Pages, I continued working on the rewrite of a novella. At lunch time I went for a walk under the sombre, grey skies and light rain, and decided to treat myself to a shawarma. After lunch I did a little more writing before preparing tonight’s supper: homemade chicken and squash ravioli.
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