It’s starting to feel like autumn in DC. The temperature has dropped dramatically in the past week — the skies are that impossible sunny blue of fall, and the window are all open in my apartment.

I had a great break. I read books, and watched movies, and hung out with my friends. I visited the monkeys and finished up a bunch of details for the wedding. I spent quality time with Sailor Boy and cleaned the apartment and cooked a lot.

Last week was “get back into it” time. I re-read ROS(B) in preparation for receiving my editorial letter, had a incredibly exciting conversation with my YA editor about the unicorn book (it’s all unicorns, all the time around here), helped a friend with exciting (secret) news, took on a new small project I hope to be able to talk about soon, did my quarterly estimated taxes (grrr…), and received my new contracts. Woo hoo!

There is something about this time of year which feels like a new beginning to me. I think it’s left over from school days. September is when stuff starts in my brain. Things are changing. I can feel it.