Autumn Vibes (Sorta)

 

The world has been somewhat draining lately.  I have been avoiding it and jumping from fictional world to fictional world. Mine or other people's. I've been reading at the same pace I did when I was younger. 500-page books no longer seem daunting. Just a longer escape. 

I moved to a small sleepy town, and I love it. We're close enough to a city that I can still go to a book store but stay somewhat away from the chaos of it all. It's the perfect place to sequester myself away and write a spooky, fog-filled story. So that's more or less what I've been doing. Plotting, sketching, and whiling away the hours with anime and mangas.

 I finished the manga/anime of Horimiya and I miss it already. The Girl from the Otherside is gorgeous and I'm obsessed with the art style and the idea of a monster caring for a little girl.

 Mostly I've been stocking up on creepy or cozy things for fall. 

My days are slow full of many cups of tea and coffee, and light conversations. It's nice, and I'm always scared it's not going to last. I'm trying to enjoy it while I can.

 While it lasts. 

I started driving again, and the scary thing is I actually enjoy it. Even ended up driving to Starbucks during a tornado warning and was pretty unbothered. Now my friend and I make a point to take little trips just for fun. I'll attempt the test at some point, but I'm going to wait until I'm really comfortable.

I'm excited to do some fall baking. Drink my weight in chai, apple cider, and pumpkin creme cold brew. I have plans to go to a corn maze hopefully that works out. 

I got a copy of Sleepy Hollow to annotate. And a pile of books to read. 

I'm set basically, if anything I have to cut my list down a bit. There are just too many things that fit this time of year and it's horribly short. I'm also going to try to write an entire novel, which is probably impossible but I'm still going to try.

Here's a couple snippets.

“Other students, basically everyone. They say it’s haunted.”

He smirks at that, but it seems pained. “Part of the local lore, but Liam would know that.” He doesn’t sound like he's bought into it himself.

I shrug, he did know. I couldn’t deny that. My ignorance is to blame not Liam’s. “If you believe those things anyway.”

The pen hovers. “You don’t then.”

I look around. The lights and colors smear, my focus is lost on stray sugar granules scattered across the table. I take a breath, “No.”

At least I didn’t use to. -The Fairy & the Artist 

I scrape the grit off my blood-covered hands. The color reminds me of a piece of yarn, I had wrapped it around his wrist, carelessly labeled it the string of fate. I wanted to keep him, at the time it seemed so simple.  Fate holds more weight than love.

But you can’t force it. I should have known that. You don’t get to hold onto things or people. That fate isn’t a promise.

It’s an omen.- The Fairy & the Artist

Basically, it's lots of fog, art, and foxes. All the best things really. Will hopefully be doing more posts this month. Maybe a book-related one. I have a slight rant about The Secret History that I could type up if anyone is interested. Or maybe something aesthetic related who knows.