October Reading

When the holidays roll around, most people plan themed movie marathons to match the season. When it’s Halloween, it’s time for film with ghosts, monsters, cemeteries, or costume parties. I’m definitely one of those people because I already have a stack of DVD’s I’m ready to watch over and over again. Do people do the same for reading though?

When I think of a good fall book, I think of Ray Bradbury. I read “Something Wicked This Way Comes” for the first time in October when I was a freshman in college. I also remember reading “The October Country” around the same time partly because I was discovering how amazing Bradbury was and partly because those books fit the spirit of autumn so well.


Lately, I don’t have a lot of time to read for fun, which is why I’ve been turning to poetry and flash fiction. I want more short pieces that have something to do with either the autumn season or the spooky side of October. I recently read “October Coat” by Maggie Stiefvater and loved it. The first few paragraphs alone give this vivid and raw description of the essence of early October that I’ve been trying to capture in my own work.

I’ve noticed that a lot of poems I’ve written for class lately are about autumn because I’ve been craving that reading material. The novella I’m working on takes place in summer, but all I want to do is write about pumpkin patches, foggy mornings, chills in the air, and possibly a few haunted houses or abandoned carnivals. Although, taking a break from larger projects to play around with themes of the season can be wonderful writing practice and I have a problem with writing too much flash fiction in my spare time.

Do you have any favorite October readings and/or do you try to write for the season around this time of the year?




Perfect Writing Weather

If you’re someone who loves to write, you can write almost anywhere at anytime. It doesn’t matter what the world may look like outside your window – maybe the sun is setting or just beginning to creep up over the horizon for a nice hello. Maybe the ground is buried beneath a pale, chilling glitter or mosquitoes and other insects cling to the window screen as you go into chapter 5. I can write all year round, but there’s still a certain type of weather that inspires me to do more. When I wake up in October to a brisk air drifting through my rain spattered window under an overcast sky, I must write. It’s the perfect weather for writing and it would be a shame to waste it.


I can’t explain what makes it so perfect, but I love it. There’s this cozy aspect of so it makes me want to stay curled up in my bed with the soft glow of my laptop. If this type of weather happens on a Sunday, even better because there’s nowhere I need to be. I’m free of obligations so I can immerse myself into typed stories. Sometimes I’ll even drive down to a coffee shop and grab a warm drink and a muffin to keep me going as I settle in for the morning. I feel a stronger connection to my characters and plot. Maybe it’s because I feel the most at peace during these rainy, October Sundays. They take my mind off anxieties and the news so I can place more focus on my passions. I can put more thought into the things that bring me joy.