I'm taking a moment of reverie at Starbucks in Ennis. I'm on the way to spend the night with Mom.
I feel very emotional and optimistic, as though I'm making a new beginning. Though winter is the season of death, I feel somehow in autumn as though I am starting something. I am entering a time when I am more clear on who I am and what I must do.
I feel more focused about my writing, especially my reading and research. I have books I want to read, ideas and concepts to explore, and in November, another novel to write. I feel so alive.