In which we get warmed up
Nothing like fall to turn our thoughts to summer. JUST KIDDING. Our thoughts are always summer-like, because we are one with that sunny season, and consider winter to be the Slough of Despond, with fall being the anteroom to that slough. So we round up a few little things to pack for our journey, as Christian did.
1. J.R. Rain's Jim Knighthorse series of PI books. How many fun little reads have I found in the 'Recommended for You' section of the Kindle store? And now these. Makes your weekend even more worthwhile. Anyone who can come up with a name like 'Jim Knighthorse' is brilliant. Oh plus with Kindle Unlimited they were free.
2. Not all of us are writing novels or participating in NaNoWriMo but you can get a good deal on Scrivener, a kind of word processor/outliner/organizational piece of software here.
4. On Sunday nights. Downton Abbey (thank you, Tunnelbear). Once Upon a Time. Resurrection.
5. This sonnet, my fall anthem. Thank you, Wm. Shakespeare.
That time of year thou mayst in me behold
When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang
Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,
Bare ruined choirs, where late the sweet birds sang.
In me thou see’st the twilight of such day
As after sunset fadeth in the west;
Which by and by black night doth take away,
Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.
In me thou see’st the glowing of such fire,
That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,
As the deathbed whereon it must expire,
Consumed with that which it was nourished by.
This thou perceiv’st, which makes thy love more strong,
To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
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