I delight in the changing for the seasons. My sinuses don’t — however, that does not deter me from enjoying the clarity of the air, the crisping of leaves, the sudden unsquelchable desire to go apple picking. Seriously, what am I (a single person who lives alone) going to do with a bushel of apples? I’m sorry, but due respect to all pie eating contest winners, but I do not have your stamina, and to all the bakers out there, your expertise.

But, while I daydream over mixed plaids and pumpkin based soups, I am happy to tell you I have been offered a contract for a new book! So now instead of puttering over my text, I am going to buckle down, and work. Write. Raise my level of output. Work every night, weekend, holiday, morning coffee break, until the draft is done.

Right after I track down some apple pie…