The summer is officially over for me. My husband, an elementary school teacher, went back to work today. While I will miss our summertime activities and the flexibility of our joint schedule, the fall will get me back on a regimented work schedule. Working at home, I have to be sure that I am somewhat strict with myself so that I don't end up watching 30 episodes of House Hunters on HGTV or just reading Diana Gabaldon's The Fiery Cross and getting no work done on my own book. (That is a really good book, though!) The fall is really pretty where I am. When I write on my laptop at the dining room table, I can see a big tree in my backyard through the back door. It turns all sorts of beautiful colors in the fall, and it makes me feel very comfortable, happy, and imaginative. Also, as an added bonus, at least my oldest dog loves messing with dried leaves, and so I will be able to actually write for blocks of time without one of them whining at me for...
