Last post I wrote about the end of one season, summer. But the end of summer announces a whole new season. Not duck season or even wabbit season but rather as Mr. Fudd might pronounce it, witing season.
One good thing that the end of summer brings me is more time to write. And that's just what I've started to do.
So chillier nights and days of shorter sunlight can't dampen my spirit nor do they throw salt on the wounds of a dying summer. For tomorrow may be yet one more glorious beach day (woo hoo), tonight is a nice dinner and a film with good company and the rest of my time is writing, reading, working on scripts.
Now you'll excuse me while I go back to reading a colleague's work for an upcoming group critique. :-)
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