Here in the midst of my first autumnal cold, I am saying goodbye to summer and knuckling down for a lot of writing work for the fall and winter.

Goodbye summer dresses

Goodbye sitting on the front steps

Goodbye rooftop drinks

Goodbye hot nights

Goodbye dewy mornings

Minnesota doesn’t mess around with temperatures in between 60° and 90°- we went straight from tanktops to scarves. I don’t really have time to complain though, between the show I have to get my energy up for tonight, Literary Death Match, and Twin Cities Speakeasy, as well as hosting Punch Out Poetry and maybe finding a new, Minneapolis home for it. I’m still working on the novel, the tea poems, and now am also working with a local musician/composer to build a libretto. I’ve never really collaborated on a piece with music, so I’m nervous and excited. Cbot and I have antics planned well into this mess called autumn, too.

I feel like I did a good job at having a great summer, but the weather’s turned her back on us, and doesn’t seem to be coming back.