Every year around this time… I start yearning for something. I’ve never really been able to put my finger on it. It’s that dreamy nostalgic feeling. When you focus on it, it takes you back to when you were a child. Youthful and imaginative.
Oddly enough, my case of nostalgia makes me crave Halloween. Yes, as early as June. Not the, slasher filled, demons in the dark Halloween. But the hay bales covered in jack o’lanterns, scare crows, and vibrantly colored leaves twirling on a cool breeze. Looking forward to homemade costumes and spooky stories told around a fire. Fall festivals with scratch made cookies and barrels of apples and pumpkins littered everywhere.
The summer always meant being one step closer to fall. It was the in between. It was the season to prepare us for change. We always moved in the Summer… this year is no different. I think that feeling is especially strong this year because we’re preparing to move.
Every year… I think…. If I start now – I could have a Halloween story completed BY Halloween.
Logistically – yes. I could. Historically – this has never happened. I’ve never been able to wrap my head around a tale that would encompass everything I’m feeling. Even if I could dig my sights in on something so profound… would I be able to sit down and write it? I suppose that would be the true test if I’m ready. Could I tackle something small and simple if it was within my grasp?
Maybe that’s why I’ve never truly tried. If I fail, where does that leave me for something so complex as this series that I’m determined to write?
Mountain Dreaming 