Firstly, generic apologies for not posting for ninteen days. Sheesh. Blogs are funny things, much like gardens: ignore them for a few weeks and they’ve all gone to seed. Or spam, as it were.
Anyway. Fall is in full swing in Seattle, and it’s the delicious part where days of pouring rain altrenate with days of wonderful sunshine and crisp air.
Some people have spring fever; I have fall lust. I lust after the smell of the air and the fall colors on the plants; I take absurd pleasure in the abundance of fall farmer’s markets and the sound of crunching leaves under my feet.
Of course, I also get fall booklust. I am not and will not ever be a true Summer Reader. You know, the person who has the tote bag of books in the summer and somehow manages to catch up on their reading while on vacation or on long summer evenings. These people can often pull off really floppy hats and really impractical sandals. I wear hiking boots in the summer and usually don’t make time to read. I’m all about reading during the fall afternoons, when the light is drawing to a close and the nip in the air is getting cold enough to warrant putting on a fire in the evenings. Nothing makes me happier than a blanket, a cuppa tea, a comfy couch, and a delicious book. This fall I’m tackling some books about writing: 13 Ways of Looking at the Novel by Janet Smiley is on the current list, and I’m meaning to check out On Writing by Stephen King. Otherwise I’m cruising the science fiction section mainly…more Octavia Butler and Samuel R. Delany, perhaps delving into other classic science fiction that I haven’t read yet, because goodness knows I have more books on my shelf than I have time or even inclination to read. So. I hope to write about what I actually do get around to reading this fall.
In other news, I’m going to get roped into NaNoWriMo again…with a sequel to the one I’m working on currently (the novel formerly known as “Changeling”). NaNoWriMo, for those of you not in the know, is a race to write 50,000 words of prose during the month of November. Considering how completely crap November is in Seattle, there’s little wonder that the greater Seattle area has the highest worldwide participation. Hooray.
In other other news, I’m taking some excellent classes at the Richard Hugo House this fall. Currently I’m in a poetry class with the inestimable David Wagoner. My assignment this week: Write a slow poem. “You owe it to yourself to try this,” DW says. It’s scary and hard, and that’s delicious, too. I will post results tomorrow.