A Fall Poem: Autumn to Me
Cool crisp perfect
Colored hat glorious
Misty morning marvelous
Dead leaf crunch
Corn, buffet brunch . . .
I saw the leaves fall today…burnt sienna cigar twirls dancing in the crisp air.
This week I have multiple roles to play, engagements to line up, sewing projects to finish, social book promotions to post, books—yes plural— to read, a notebook sheet full of author chores to do, meals to cook, laundry to do, and the list goes on. So . . . my post is short today. I’ll …
I have four novels in various stages of editing, but my current writing project occupies my evenings, when I write. The story springs from my heart and mind. I imagine a historical fiction series loosely based on my grandparents life, and what it was like for them to farmstead in Wisconsin.
I’m here to tell you to be brave. Open whatever door maybe restraining and live to the fullest. Aim for something you’ve always wanted to do. Cross off a bucket list item. Try a new hobby. Join that group. Write the story. You can do it! Live past what holds you down.