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Day Two Hundred and Seventy-Three:  Rocky.

It’s only October.  It begins tomorrow, it seems as though September flooded my life with business and coursework and now I’ve ended up in October a little overwhelmed, bewildered and disoriented.  What?  October?  Already?  Could I be meeting a notorious fall month already?  The leaves have begun to fall, and yet I do wish that I had more time to walk around outside and get more inspiration.  Autumn has arrived, everyone, and it seems as though I haven’t had a good moment to look or be outside to appreciate it.  Maybe I’ll do something along those lines tomorrow or later this week.  Maybe, just maybe.

Isn’t it a bummer when you get incredible inspiration and you’re nowhere near a pen, paper, napkin or anything to take down notes?  I find myself repeating what I want to remember to myself through lectures, seminars, practicals, labs, lunches, car rides, walks, anything that would take me away from all focus on inspiration.  I wish I had more personal rage-writing time to get all of it down.  I have some side projects (this included) that take up most of my free-writing time, and I don’t regre tit or anything, it just isn’t my full-attention writing time…yet.

Part of me wants to just take a few days off, jet down to Toronto, hotwire a hotel room and spend my time writing everything I want and drinking coffee and champagne.  Alone, naturally, because it seems as though most of my work is best done alone in a crowded place.  That’s why I loved Drink Shop Do or parks in London, because I felt as though I wasn’t being bothered or bothering anyone but I was still able to feel a part of something.  I was fitting into a puzzle, somewhere.

So October is here, which means only a few months until the holidays, where I most likely will be able to get a ton of writing done, or in my case just enjoy not having school or being busy for once.  It’s the only break where I truly take time off from school and work.  Autumb is my favourite season though and I intend to enjoy it before the cold comes.

Oh seasons, how you move along our thoughts and hopes, and how your inconstistent nature has now brought up dresses well into October.

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