I love September. I love the chilly, frosty mornings that give way to warm (or even, hot) sunshine by lunchtime. I love the thought of getting back into my jumpers and thick woolly tights. I love my kids going to back to school and finally having the house to myself again.
September always feels like a fresh start.
So far this month, I've written - and submitted - two short stories, and a flash fiction. I'm on my third short story now - trying to reduce a 50,000 word novel now to a 5,000 word story. I'm playing around with all the different threads and trying to work out how I want to tell this story. It may sound like a silly thing to attempt, but if I do it right, it'll be awesome. (And, if I do it wrong, no one will ever read it, so that's fine too!)