Labor Day has passed, the kids are back at the bus stop. It’s a new season in many of our houses.
While we’re accustomed to beginning a “New Year” in January, with lists of resolutions and promises to show for it, this week marks another type of “new year” for me. Vacations are over, and the house is quiet again. Summer is fantastic, full of family and fun. But fall makes me feel this special, personal buzz of anticipation.
As both a reader and a writer, this is a magical time for me. It’s a season of renewal, of recommitment to my books. It’s time to work on the TBR pile in my room. And to reorganize my writing space, and schedule my cherished writing time. It’s time to write.
Everybody is different. I work best with a schedule. When I treat my writing as the important commitment it is, the pages pile up. When I also make sure that life is balanced, other responsibilites met as well (including beloved reading time), the productivity grows. I like this feeling of accomplishment.
Life can be so busy. With lots of people in my life, my time can get scattered, my motivation can waiver. It's easier for me when I have a schedule to adhere to. I love it when writing can be a priority.
The schedule begins again this week. I am psyched. How about you? What does fall mean to you?