Back to Normal

I love back-to-school season. I'm one of those grownups, who drool over the shiny pencil boxes and folders lining the seasonal aisles of each store. I'm a big fan of fall weather, too, although my leaf mold allergy thinks otherwise. But there's something about the fall that, for me, is the start of a new year. Maybe I spent too many years in academia. I also loved school as a kid. Home was boring. School was exciting. I've never lost that love of learning.

It makes sense, then, that when I decide it's time to move my life in a new direction (or more accurately, back into an old one) it should be September and not January, or even some religious new year celebration.

It's been a while since my writing mojo went away. A lot of family stuff was involved, a few health issues, and most recently, the loss of my dad, the first of my real-life heroes. Oddly enough, that last was my impetus. In closing a chapter of being totally focused on self and family, I gave myself permission to go back to work. Now all I have to do is choose a project. I have three primary ideas, and seeds of others. I think my style might be different, a little darker, (But still, HEA, of course!) and a little more introspective. But I feel the ink in my veins again, and it is marvelous.

This week, having wrapped up almost all of my father's affairs, my husband and I are off on a work-free retreat, so forgive me if I don't reply to comments right away. My second forever hero deserves some quality time as well.

I am curious to know what my readers would like to see from me. More steampunk, more paranormal, some sci-fi or historical? Or is it time for something completely different?

Happy autumn!