Actually, I have quite a bit of writing work to do over the last quarter of the year. And this this is the best time of the year to me. The slowly gathering cool of September and Early October reach cold nights by the time we reach Halloween, and we enjoy pumpkin-spiced coffee and cake, incense and bonfires while children play at fears of intrusions from the numinous world passed down from a time when adults believed in spirits, and the celebration was called, Sawhaim.
Or maybe it's just that any cool night in the South is a cause for celebration.
Yesterday was not so cool. In fact, it was quite warm as Donna and I sat beneath the hot sun in Oxford, watching Ole Miss lose to Georgia. While I hate the continuing of the Rebels losing streak, it was an interesting experience. Our sons had warned us that traffic on game days was intense and it was. All the Oxford police were out directing game traffic and the University campus was filled with tailgating tents, grills, tables of food, flat-screen TV's, and congregating fans and alumni relieving glory years and socializing to forget current football ills (the Mannings are long gone!).
Anyway, I could see why "the Grove" experience is a big part of going to school there and why my sons never want to come home on the weekends of home games.
Back at home, I have continued reading The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi that I mentioned in my Aug 28 journal entry, and I'm still finding it a read that I highly recommend. The story centers around the concept of the fallout from the current trend of companies (like Monsanto) trying to obtain a monopoly on the world's food supply by supplanting natural crops with gentically modified replacements. Mr. Bacigalupi postulates the hell unleashed by mutations of these Frankencrops and extrapolates that the genetic modifications performed on plants is carried on to humans.
I think he's not far from the truth, at least in terms of what these corporations would like to do. For the risk of profit, they would risk destroying all human life. That's about as good a definition of sheer evil as I can think of.
Along those lines, I'm thinking of broaching the subject of attempted coporate dominion over nature in a short story with a working title of "Futility." The story impetus, however, will be from chemtrails.
Donna's been struggling with her book, Empress. She probably won't finish it. I've tried to read books like that too, and it's the kind I'm trying hard not to write. Boring, that is. I'm trying to heed the writer's golden rule: write for others what you would like to read yourself.
Donna did read The Help, however, and enjoyed it immensely. We saw the movie soon after she finished the book. We both liked the move, although Donna says the book is better. Well, that's often the case, and maybe a good theme for next week's journal.