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“I cannot endure to waste anything so precious as autumnal sunshine by staying in the house. So
I have spent almost all the daylight hours in the open air.”

My favorite season is autumn. Until eventually slipping apart by sitting in the home, who does
not like seeing the leaves from the trees and plants turn into multi-colored works of art? The bare
and fragile branches that are shaped expose the actual and stunning landscape below. There are a
lot of reasons why I enjoy autumn and why I think it's the best season. With colors of red and
golden-yellow and variations of both the maple trees are exceptionally colorful. I named them
tree stars when I was younger. They are my favorite trees to this day when the season switches.
This season is great for taking lovely landscape pictures and enjoying time outside. Other than
loving nature and its surrounding beauty, nothing can calm and rejuvenate you.

Right between the burning summer and snowy winter, autumn is the "cooling off" month. When
the colder fall temperatures start to roll in, it's not tough to say farewell to summer. In readiness
for the change in season, autumn is a perfect time to bring out coats, caps, boots, hoodies and
jackets. It's also the best time to start preparing hot chocolate in the fireplace and setting a fire.
For a feeling of ease, warmth and contemplation, this season provides the ideal atmosphere. It's
also a nice time to go hiking or fishing or go on a road trip or something else where you can
spend quality time enjoying good food with your mates. We all have different memories spread
around different parts of the year of course, but it seems like the vivid memories of autumn may
be the truest to relive.
“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. 
There’s no way around these two things that I’m aware of, no shortcut” – Stephen King

Above all, if you want to be a novelist, you need to do two things: write a lot and read a lot. I'm a
slow reader, but I typically go through 70 or 80 books a year, usually fantasy. In order to learn
the art, I do not read but read because I enjoy reading. That's what I'm doing at night, kicking
back in my blue color chair. Likewise, in order to learn the craft of writing, I do not read fiction,
but merely because I like books. Yet there is a stream of learning going on. Book that you pick
up has its own teachings or lessons, and poor books always have more to teach than good books.

So to weigh ourselves against the good and the great, to get a feel of all that can be achieved, we
read. And in order to explore various types, we also read. You can find yourself embracing a
look that you find particularly thrilling, and with that, there's nothing wrong. When I read Ray
Bradbury as a child, all things are green and wonderful and seen through a lens sprayed with the
grease of nostalgia, and I just wrote like Ray Bradbury. Anything I wrote came out clipped and
stripped and hardboiled when I read James M. Cain. My prose turned luxurious and Byzantine
when I read Lovecraft. As you do so, you must learn extensively, continually improving your
own work. It's hard for me to understand that people who read so little should feel that they're
writing and expect people to enjoy what they've done, but I know that's real.
 “It is perfectly okay to write garbage as long as you edit brilliantly” – C.J. Cherryh

This is a brilliant quote. Cherryh knows what he's talking about. This is precisely why I fully
endorse the idea of the lousy first copy. Take some of the strain on yourself and find it fun to
write again. You've got the base steel down in words to sharpen and shine to perfection if you
give yourself the opportunity to compose rubbish in your first script. They say its hard work to
edit the mess that spews out and they weren't joking after a month of frenzied publishing.

There are the filler paragraphs that I just wrote everything I could think of the reflections that
went nowhere and the times where I clearly thought I was writing for a teen soap opera because ,
the intense discussion that was tossed around! And I'm wading through it now, taking out the
story points that make sense and the scenes that are not cheesier than Cheetos, and I'm pushing
myself to do that because I love my characters so much to let them suffer in a cesspool of
random terms and incomplete scenes.

Editing is frustrating and uncomfortable and something that's best done alone, because when you
read a sentence you once felt was golden, people would mock you for the faces you make and
you presume a monkey could write better than you. It's not as bad as you thought, particularly if
you haven't looked at this specific piece in a while and you've managed to persuade yourself.
 “October is the opal month of the year. It is the month of glory, of ripeness. It is the picture-
month.” – Henry Ward Beecher

Many vivid explanations, such as rainbow stone and peacock jewel, have received the opal itself.
It has also been compared by some writers to galaxies or fireworks. October is considered to be
an opal month because the month of October is so beautifully portrayed by this majestic
birthstone. The year fulfills its pledge as October arrives, the world is most inviting, and the year
makes its grand final stand. Every month, with a new brush, it paints and takes colors from a
different palette and takes inspiration from another artist. If gloomy winter is, say, something
from his Blue Time Picasso, October is a development of Van Gogh, a runaway color riot that
dazzles the eye and awakens the senses.

In song and novel, the summer sun of July and August is celebrated, but it never fails to
disappoint. It bleaches the charm out of certain things for example, less hardy flowers, and
wilts them into pale imitations of what they are intended to be. We're tired of the sultry
summer. On the other hand, October lights up the scenery, turning trees from a proper prosaic
green to a fiery red and gold, and with its invitation to get out of the house and actually walk,
brings on long-awaited sweater season. This time of year, even apples taste better. Maybe it's
my imagination, but in October the daytime sky looks loftier and more dark, with the
exception of occasional clouds drifting like smoke puffs or flocks of geese going south early
to avoid the winter they know isn't far away.
 “To write is human, to edit is divine.” ~ Stephen King

The above quote was written in On Writing by Stephen King. He certainly understood that it
extended to his art as well as to life in general. For me, the last few months have been a life
editing session. I've been working hard on script number three following a meeting with my
fabulous editors. I was in such a rush to get the plot out of my mind when I began writing the
book last November. I wasn't able to wait to start querying. I'm so happy I had the brakes
pumped in. I was proud of the first copy I delivered to my editors, ecstatic about the second one,
and now I'm absolutely sure that the charm will be the third time. I'm taking my time with each
chapter with this review, writing down notes where I can spice up the plot and fill out the
characters even further. I want to ensure that my readers can see, taste, smell, sound and hear the
world of my book in every single line.

I figured I'd share with you my writing room. It's not much but like I did for my second book, it
sure beats writing on an upside-down cardboard box in a wardrobe. I grab the weights and do
some rapid exercises and squats after each chapter I finish, normally jamming out to Gaelic
Storm. Often I take a cup of coffee and dance around the house after a certain scene, frolicking
about with Zowie, like I'm Michael Flatley in Lord of the Dance.