Greetings, invisible friends. Hope all is well where you are. It's a lazy Saturday here-- I almost said Sunday. Weekends tend to blur together, here. Had lunch with a friend. Did some writing. Went for a mocha at my coworker/friend's husband's newly-owned coffee shop, and bought a cyclamen afterwards at the florist's two doors down. Have picked up P.D. James'
An Unsuitable Job For A Woman again; I started reading it a long time ago and then set it down. Somehow I forgot how awesome the writing style was. Am also reading
Hegemony or Survival, which is much more depressing and rather less engaging.
The weather's turned cool very suddenly. I'm enjoying the fall weather while cringing at the thought of how cold it will be a month from now.
I always start reading ghost stories in the fall. I don't know if it's the approach of Halloween or the early darkness, but they seem much more plausible at this time of year. Other scares work, too-- true-crime articles seem much more interesting. My door stays locked most of the time in the fall.
Have been working on a very self-indulgent bit of urban fantasy. I'm hoping not to share it with anyone until it's done, great though the temptation is; sharing passages from works in progress always seems to be their death knell for me. I will say that the fact that I'm working on probably stems from reading the
Kate Daniels series, which I've really been enjoying lately.
XOXO.