The Fall Stirring

There’s something magical about the fall. Perhaps it’s the sun’s golden hue, or the sweet allure of pumpkin, or the promise of cooler temperatures (even though it currently still feels like summer). Whatever it is, it always makes my imagination feel more alive. And it always gets me in the mood to write in November, whether I actually have time to participate in NaNoWriMo or not.

This year, time isn’t on my side, and I won’t sign up to write 50,000 at the last minute. My growing belly is a good reminder that rest and satiating nesting instincts needs to come first, not writing 1,667 words a day. There will be plenty of time for that next year.

But that doesn’t mean that I don’t have intentions of being more intentional about writing. Lately, I’ve slacked. While much of the world slowed down earlier this year and over the summer, my job only became more busy, ensuring that teachers were equipped to roll with the punches. Now, everyone has settled into a more normal routine, and I have more time to write again. I need to take advantage of it before the sleepless nights begin.

Even though I’m not technically participating in NaNoWriMo this year, I have been enjoying their prompts on Instagram. It’s been a welcome companion for my first novel, which is ready for some structural changes. Who knows where the changes will go.

What writing projects are you working on right now? Does the fall stir your creativity too?

You Are a Masterpiece (A Painting)

It’s been too long since the last time I got out my easel and painted something. My sister(-in-law)’s baby shower was the perfect excuse to break that streak.

I decided to create an abstract background and paint words over top of it. Choosing the right thing was hard, but I think this will fit my new niece well.

One of the prettiest parts is the mix of colors on the paper towels.

The lettering didn’t end up quite the way I was planning, but I think imperfections are part of the beauty.

I have some more things I’d like to make. I just need more white paint. It’s a good way to get out some creative juices while my novel brews. Only a little longer before it’s time to start on the next draft.

Yawning Sun

The yawning sun stretches over the waves, reaches between the curtains, and nudges me awake. I admire it in the stillness for a moment before letting it into the cabin. It gently interrupts the lulling rock of the ship. Sleepy eyes peer at me from under covers. Let the day begin.

(Photo: SB Roberts 2019)