Happy Halloweentober!

It's that time again, the most perfect time. Autumn is a most special season, but spring has always been my favorite simply because it removes the residual emptiness and cold of winter. It redresses the trees (I'm a big fan of trees, for some reason), grass turns green, the warm air fights back against the bone-chill cold. The world becomes alive again.

But nothing can match the beauty of autumn and Halloween. The leaves turn many shades of reds and browns and orange and yellow and fading greens. Jack-o'-lanterns lit with candles on porches. Yards with cornstalks and pumpkin-head scarecrows. Even the evening sky turns a silvery purple and the stars look brighter. People notice the full moon more. First fires in the hearth burn warm and cozy. And the TV is alive with the death of horror movies. It'll give you cold chills, honestly. The buzz in the air is palpable.

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Do you ever get the feeling that you're not cut-out to be a writer. I get the feeling more and more often. And not for lack of publication, either. No, sometimes I sit down to write all of the cool scenarios that I came up with, only to stare at a blank page, while the cursor blink, blink, blinks away.

And the distractions, oh the distractions! If it isn't football, it's well the MLB playoffs start today; or look, here's a new book to read; or, I'm hungry. Maybe I should eat another lunch. At another restaurant. Or let's see what's new on Bloody Disgusting!

In five years I've completed one novel. While in the past year I've developed plots and opening chapters for at least 7 additional stories. Will I ever complete these? And, while Unique is "complete" it doesn't feel finished. Well it's not perfect. No, only my use of the Italic button is perfect.

I suppose even this is normal. It all goes back to my needing a dedicated space for writing. Or this is just another excuse. Wow, I'm running around in circles, beginning to sweat even.