Happy Halloween!

Today is the day every adult waits for. The day they can dress up the way they did when they were kids. Well, almost every adult. I don't dress up. *waits for tomatoes to be thrown* I know, I know.

But just because I don't dress up doesn't mean I'm not a fan. I mean, I write--and therefore practically LIVE--in the Paranormal genre. And let me tell you I enjoy a good scare.

Make no mistake of it I will be sitting in my living room, watching so many scary movies my eyes may melt. While I haven't picked out exactly what will be on the movie menu (which is unusual since today's the day, people!), I know some of what must be watched. The Walking Dead (Sunday's episode has been sitting in the DVR waiting for today), Friday's episode of Supernatural, Insidious (if I can coax the bf into getting his manly bits scared off again), and we're definitely finishing off with The Nightmare Before Christmas. I may even throw in a wild card depending on what I find on Netflix and on DVD/Blu-Ray.

If anyone has amazing plans for tonight that they like to share, I'd love to hear them. Are you an all-out Halloweener? Does the fact that it lands on a Monday night deter you? Are you dressing up? Do you decorate? Go all out? Taking the kiddies trick-or-treating?

Whatever your plans, I wanted to wish everyone a very Happy Halloween and may the odds be ever in your favor! (That's right, I said it)

Falling for Fall

It's here. October. Fall. My favorite season. Leaves are turning, temperatures are changing, rains are falling.


Now you may disagree with me here, but keep in mind I live on the Northern California coast. Smack dab in the middle of the state. Our summers consist of the possibility of seventy degree weather, maybe for a week or two in September. Sure, we can take a trip north, south, or east for an hour and find temperatures at least ten degrees higher, but that's not possible every day.


Still curious about San Francisco summers? Yes, I could have taken this photo less than a month ago. This is the norm for us, people. And I'm not complaining, not one bit. It is beautiful.

However.

There is something different about fog versus rain clouds. Yes, they both look similar. But, for me, nothing beats the pat-pat-pat sound of rain on the windows, the vroom from my ancient heater kicking up to pump warm air (with Kitty A always in front of the living room vent) into the house. There is nothing more motivating for snuggling up with a great book, typing away at the keys on a shiny first draft, or hacking and slashing a manuscript you can almost no longer stand to look at.

And so far, fall has been good to me.

Now I'm curious about my loyal followers. Does fall really get you moving or slow you down? Why? If fall isn't your favorite season, what is?