It’s in the air right now.
I can feel it.
A chill—because magic, no matter what you think, is cold—is creeping into the air. The days still get warm, sure, but the heat’s hold is starting to slip. The night air—because magic is most at home in the dark—is crisp and it carries voices from far away.
Fall is here… and with fall, speeeeoooooooooooky season.
It is the time of the year I feel most energized and inspired, not just in my writing, but in life itself. This past week, I’ve been on the go, spending time with my wife and son and my friends, doing some things for myself, actually trying to have a little fun.
There was stress for sure. I’ve been dealing with some physical manifestations of anxiety the last couple of weeks. The sources are myriad. My car crapped out on me, and the technicians have no idea what the problem is. Some projects I was working on changed on the publisher side, and the change in direction created a bit of a headache. Work is piling up for me, and I haven’t quote broken out of this malaise that is keeping me from writing. Our cat Elvis, who is 18 years old, had some health issues and we took him to the vet (He’s fine… He’s just 18). I have a teenage son, and I’m sure most parents of teenagers are nodding their heads in solidarity as they read that sentence.
Nonetheless… I’m energized… and I enjoyed myself when I could.
I joined a really cool underground speakeasy with a great bartender and great cocktail menu. Cindy and I tried it out for the first time this week, and I can’t wait to take the Dangerous Dilettantes out so they can give it a whirl.
I entered a trivia contest with my pals Scott and Darrel. The theme was “science fiction.” We came in third place, which wasn’t bad considering most other teams had twice as many players as us and Scott was really shouldering the whole thing. (In the next couple of weeks, they are having horror-themed nights, and I’m hoping to do a little better.)
I took Cindy out for drinks and dinner. We went to a bar that served drinks like the Butt Ass Naked and the Nip Slip. We ate steaks and flaming sushi rolls.
Cindy and I also did a little antique shopping and I bought a really sweet bar set straight off some cursed pirate ship.