
Leaves are changing color. Birds sound louder. The night comes earlier. The air carries the scent of the turning season. Shadows hold the promise of the unknown. Autumn has arrived, and Halloween is approaching.
Continue readingLeaves are changing color. Birds sound louder. The night comes earlier. The air carries the scent of the turning season. Shadows hold the promise of the unknown. Autumn has arrived, and Halloween is approaching.
Continue readingLast month, I submitted my book manuscript, a biography of H. P. Lovecraft and his New York City period, to my publisher, capping nearly two years of imaginative immersion and intensive writing. Now, I’m waiting for the peer reviewers’ critiques, a nerve-racking experience familiar to anyone who has worked with an academic journal or press. All that considered, I’m ready to return to my desk. I love reading and writing in the autumn.
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