As I sit at my keyboard I am so tempted to take a second day away from writing and four walls to get out and revel in the wonderfully refreshing fall-like air. After rains and much humidity, it is a welcome feeling of another rejuvenation. Nature does that to me. Rejuvenates.

The fact that my surroundings become a huge part of me is not surprising. I love to watch the deep green leaves on trees show me just a hint of lighter shades and a few pale yellows. This tells me that a spectacular array of hues are getting ready to burst forward in a month or so. Sometimes our autumn only brings yellows in the leaves and they drop from the trees early as a result of a hot and dry summer weather conditions. Fall blends into winter with no fanfare. This summer brought unusual rains at the right times and so I know I can look forward to quite an array of reds, oranges and yellows, even a few purples.

It’s the same with my writing. Sometimes my mind is dull and no ideas or imagination is evident. It is times like this that I think I have been fooling myself into thinking I am a writer. Then suddenly rain comes down on me. My mind gets in sync with a variety of colorful story plots and I am in a position to choose a new theme, or finish what I’m in the middle of with a sure-fire narrative that keeps the reader reading. By the end of it, they want more.

Those who write and think they have done all they can do with their talent should think twice. We have never done all we can do when it comes to putting words down that culminate in great satisfaction for the reader. Take advantage of the season of pale ideas that hit now and then. Let ideas lay dormant until they suddenly, of their own accord, burst forward. This will only end up a very good story we didn’t even know was in the recesses of our imaginations.

“Disappearance in Plain Country” September 15, 2014 (will be on Amazon.)