I smelled it again this morning.
Autumn. The scent carries on the diesel exhaust of school buses, the dust of summer-seared grass, dew. Besides the smells, I know it’s autumn because:
- Attrition (i.e. hungry neighbors) has taken all but the largest garden spiders.
- The sun has fallen into the treetops by 7:30 in the evening.
- The first leaf crunches under my heel.
- I see my breath as I stand on the front porch to kiss my sweetie good-bye on his way to work.
- We have to wear our don’t-shoot-me-I’m-not-a-deer orange when we go hiking.
I imagine the first stories were told in the quiet of winter, bundled around a fire. Which in my version of history means the first drafts were contemplated during the rush of caching supplies and battening down the hatches. My first drafts have that sort of panicked feel to them: Oh God, we’re not going to make it!!! That’s how I’ll be spending the next few weeks as I draft a proposal for FORGED OF SHADOWS, Book 2 of my Demon Repent series.
So picture me with a spear in one hand, the gleam of the hunt in my eye, hunger in my belly… and first chapters in my sight. Grr.
What will you be hunting as the season changes? What nourishing stores (besides chocolate) have you laid up for the storytelling season ahead?