well it's officially too cold to go to work without a jacket anymore, and let me tell you that is the opposite of awesome.
autumn is so bittersweet. a warm sunny fall day in michigan is as close to perfect as this place gets, but they are few and far between the cold, rain/snow mix days that remind you winter is a six to eight month season round these parts. on saturday we got one of the nuggets of indian summer and we tried to stay outside as long as we could until we met up with my family to celebrate my grandma's birthday.
with the official end of summer over the weekend, it feels like everything has switched gears entirely. it's hard not to notice the seasonal changes when hoards of college students are constantly around. now is the time when the huge outdoor parties begin to shrink indoors. people are more fashionable now until they have to begin hiding under layers of wool and down-filled parkas. i can't say i'm excited for the freezing weather ahead, but with a few exceptions, now until christmas is typically a time of year that completely flies by. perhaps its the inclusion of steve's birthday right around thanksgiving, or the fact that our dating-anniversary falls between thanksgiving and christmas, but we rarely get a chance to come up for air until the new year once october rolls around.
through all this, the thing i'm trying to focus on most is getting back at that dusty word document known as my work-in-progress. though the thrill hasn't quite worn off of getting engaged and moving in together, the novelty of it all doesn't quite clog up my brain as much as it had been doing. now that the weather is taking it's uglier turn, i'm hoping it will be easier to stay busy with indoor projects like my writing. a busy life is a recipe for writers block, but i'm optimistic that the holiday stress will seem small compared to all the madness we've been through lately.
to try and get back to hitting my stride i'll leave you an excerpt from page 71.
I said nothing. It was at that moment that I realized I had been completely wrong about Craig. As we’d slipped into our crime-shrouded marriage I’d taken if for granted that he’d been full of shit talking about his scientific background. Perhaps if his eyes hadn’t been glittering in such earnest delight, I’d still have tried to call out his lie. Instead, I listened to him talk about Maxwell’s equations without comprehension, and I began to wrap my head around the disturbing realization that I’d been told the truth from the very beginning.
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