Is there anything like a crisp fall day, to a writerly or readerly type?
I live in Southern California, and "crisp" is a relative term, but I've got my slippers on this morning and am starting to think about hot apple cider and getting the sweaters out of storage. Delicious.
Does the cooler weather make you want to write? What's your favorite autumnal tradition?
For our Australian pals: are you feeling reinvigorated by the signs of spring?