Here in the shire, September is the best month. The forests are still green, with only a few traitor branches sneaking in some autumn color. The skies are pristine blue with floofy white clouds that look like they fell out of a storybook. Our thermals are the best in the world, so sometimes you'll see a glider drifting soundlessly in circles over the low-slung hills.
Mostly all I want to do this month is play frisbee with my favorite Golden Retriever. It's a heavy yellow and blue water disc that I slam to the ground so it'll roll far and Rupert can pretend he's chasing a rabbit into the woods. There's no real limit to how long Rupert and I can keep at this. He's one of those dogs who will NEVER EVER stop playing, and I literally hurt my arm from throwing that frisbee for hours and days. I've had to learn to throw it well with my other arm, or not play as much, and we can't have that. Playing with a dog is an excellent way to put off sitting in front of the computer and writing. As much as I love to write, I love to spend perfect days with a dog too.
My last book that came out was a Chicken Soup for the Soul Cat Stories one. I got to do a zoom call with some of the other writers and I have to share that it was a delight to see all those zoom boxes with writers looking out, most holding cats. This summer I've taken classes and read books and made art for fun,
and I did whatever Rupert felt like doing, too!
