We’re going out of town later
this week, heading for Terre Haute,
Indiana, to visit my sister and
celebrate my birthday. Ordinarily we’d
be looking to make a similar drive the end of October, to Indianapolis, to enjoy Magna cum Murder, a
terrific mystery convention. But we’re
not going this year. I don’t have a new
novel to push, my muse is semi-comatose, and I don’t think I could enjoy the
ambience.
But I’ll take the same
pleasure in the drive. By the end of
October, autumn is well-advanced in Minnesota
(there’s been snow twice up near the border already), and as we head south,
autumn retreats until by Indianapolis,
everything is still pretty green. Then
on the drive home, it comes on again. It’s
like time travel. Mid-October in Terre Haute, my sister
tells me, it’s still summer. So the
effect will be nearly the same this year.
There’s a mystery short story
in there somewhere. Maybe a kidnap
victim can notice her surroundings and it’s a clue.
Somewhere inside me, there’s
still a writer. I wish I could coax her
out.
1 comment:
I love car trips and looking out the window. It should be interesting watching the subtle change as you head to Indiana. I'm in Chicago and the leaves are beginning to turn, but I saw snap dragons still blooming. It all might change tonight as there might be frost. And two days ago it was in the 80s.
I'm sure your muse will show up.
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