Dusting Off.

I think about writing far more than I write. The same is true of reading.

Summer grabbed a hold of September and refused to put it down. Even after September retired and made way for October, Summer stayed put, tormenting the calendar. It went on like this until yesterday, a whole week into the month of October, sunshine and warmth. And then, as if a switch had been flicked, Autumn arrived, thank goodness for that.

Write about feelings, write about the weather, just write.

The boy turns two in a few months. How has that happened, not just a parent but a parent to a two year old. The world keeps on spinning, or so I’m told. Must do because things I’m ordering online keep arriving in the post-box.