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A Literary Love Affair With Fall
When you see those first maple leaves beginning to turn or notice that the chalkboard outside your favourite café is featuring pumpkin spice lattes, you know you’re almost there.
Fast-forward a couple of weeks, and you’re in the thick of it. There is a crispness in the morning air and a growing tapestry of colours and textures where rustling leaves seem to whisper inspiration.
I don’t know about you, but every autumn, my romantic brain conjures images of New York in October (I’ve been to Manhattan once, in 2012, for five days, but whatever… that’s where my imagination takes me. Maybe it’s because of You’ve Got Mail. Remember that scene where Tom Hanks waxes poetic about the fall? About giving Meg Ryan a bouquet of freshly sharpened pencils? Ahhh… I get that!)
In October, I want to scrap any writing project I have on the go, and write a romcom. Again, I blame Tom and Meg. I want to hole up in a café (having worn my pea coat, my gorgeous indigo-coloured scarf and my brown leather boots), order that pumpkin spice latte and a lovely carrot muffin and tap away on my laptop as the golden autumn light spills through the window, igniting the muse and my imagination. I want to walk home through the park to my NYC brownstone (this is, after all, a daydream), scuffing leaves, having been to the…
