Tuesday, September 05, 2006

A Kind of September...


When no one wept
except the willow...

September, a season of gentle glissandos in the natural world, when the golden light gathers and pools like silk.
A time of year when I begin warbling bits of "Danny Boy" in a mild, synesthetic, melancholy trance - induced, no doubt, by elegant poetics and minor keys.

For summer's gone,
and all the leaves are falling...

Otherwise, in a contrary duality, always think of September as another beginning - not an echo, an ending - a time to get one's rear in gear, probably because of an imprinted pattern based on the school calendar.

Seems this is true in the publishing world.
The boys and girls of summer have departed, agents and editors back from holidays, presentations of fall lists, manuscripts gathered like straw stooks, all sorts of industry engines reving up again.

As a courtesy for her participation in The Lonely Moon contest - and as a Get Out of Jail Free Card for Jeff - may I mention that Anne Frasier's novel Pale Immortal (a lovely, lovely title, that) is released today?

Also, M.E Ellis's novel Ch@rade went on sale Sept 1 from Freya's Bower, a sister imprint to Wild Child Publishing.

Don't think I mentioned that Tami Parrington's Computer Games is also out from Lady Aibell Press, a division of Chippewa Publishing.

Some claim there are seasons in the outer world, but there are no summer sabbaticals for the mind.

38 comments:

Erik Ivan James said...

Love the picture. It, and the early part of the post remind me of some of the old Virginia plantation lanes...and of horses and hounds. A nice memory. Thank you.

kmfrontain said...

The only people I know that have mental sabbaticals are the ones that can let themselves fall asleep in five seconds. How do they do that?

Bernita said...

Thank you, Erik.
I am very fond of pictures of roads and paths.

It's deliberate training and practice in a form of mind-wipe relaxation, I think, Karen.

Robyn said...

Congratulations on the releases, everyone! I remember my shock when I learned it can be more than a year from 'the call' to the first day on the shelf. I may have sabbaticals, but not patience. :(

kmfrontain said...

Mind wipe relaxation. Man, my mind is always on "burn rubber" mode. I'd have to clear away the smoke and burn marks beforehand, I think. ;-)

Jaye Wells said...

Texas is like hell in August. But this weekend, the beginning fo Sept, it rained--a lot. The seasons they are a changin'. Yay!

Erik Ivan James said...

Karen,
I've asked my wife that question. She has a great deal of work stress but is able to shut-down and fall asleep almost instantly...and almost anywhere. She told me that she focuses her mind on relaxing her body a part at a time...her feet, then her lower legs, then her thighs, etc. That method sure works for her. My mind isn't capable of that much focused dicipline.

Scott said...

Yeah, there is a rumor going around about some book called Pale Something or other that has just come out.

Bernita said...

One of the reasons e-publishing is gaining popularity as an option perhaps, Robyn.

It's the do-nuts my mind makes sometimes,. Karen...
I live in the wrong place, I like heat, Jaye. But on the other hand, variety is so nice.

I do that exercise sometimes, Erik, but it takes me much, much longer.
Nothing instant about it.

Take it you saw the pimpmobile go by then, Scott?
I'm just waving from the sidelines.

EA Monroe said...

In OK we've endured two long months of 100+ temps and after the recent rains it's odd seeing pear trees in blossom! I'd rather listen to Nat King Cole crooning "Autumn Leaves," but instead I will hear "Boomer Sooner" blaring from the radio and Big Bob Barry shrieking, "Touchdown Oklahoma!" -- from now until the end of another football season.

Dennie McDonald said...

I love September - lovely

Bonnie Calhoun said...

Well with all of those novels coming out, it makes me think spring is busting out all over! LOL!

But alas and alack....winter is just around the corming and frost is on the air!

Bernita said...

A noisy season, I guess, EA.

An air of nostalgia about it, Dennie.

Eh, Bonnie, for writers, spring may come twice a year!

alexandra said...

When no one wept
except the willow...

I wish that were true. Lovely photo to accompany poetic words. As usual, Bernita, you evoke the emotions.

Now, I'm off to surf the links you kindly provided.

anne frasier said...

aw, bernita. thanks so much! and we must hope that jeff will finally get out of jail. he looks so sad!

Bernita said...

Thank you, Alexandra.
Have always liked the lyrics of that song.

You are welcome, Anne
~lovely, lovely title~
Jeff's a dear guy.

MissWrite said...

Thanks for the plug, Bernita.

Ahhh, yes, summer is over. At least it seems that way here at the moment now that the temperatures have taken a break from the high 90's and settled into a nice fallish feel. That probably will change a bit through September, but we know the end is near, ah, oh, oops, I mean the new beginning (blah, that means snow... the NASTIEST four letter word in the human lexicon).

LOL, beautiful imagry though.

Rick said...

September in California is so different - this year the summer morning fog is hanging on, but September into early October is traditionally the hot season: the Santa Anas blow, and the worst brushfires come right before the first late-October rains.

One of the subtle challenges of writing a para-English setting is that our seasons are so different - I know the English seasons from literary accounts, but they are entirely different from what I experience.

Ah for December, when the real rains have come, and the hillsides will be turning green!

Marie said...

Lovely picture. Autumn is my favourite season. Mind you, doesn't feel like it in London right now. More like July than September!

Bhaswati said...

Beautiful news digest, Bernita. You do even a digest so eloquently. I feel envious at times. :)

Bernita said...

Some of you ladies crank out winners so fast, I can't keep up, Tami!

Please don't mention that curse word - when I think about how I used to roll around in that stuff when I was a kid, it makes me positively ill.

Ah, Rick, know what you mean. I'm counting on the seasons for my plot being roughly similar to what's familiar to me from what I've read and photos I've seen.
Still fear I will screw up some detail. One can always claim that spring/fall was early/late that year. Fortunately seasonal things do not strictly operate according to the calendar.

Thank you, Marie! Nice to see you.
Cities also have their micro-climates to add to your swelter.

Bernita said...

Bhaswati, thank you.
You, with your graceful prose, of all people, never have a reason to be envious.

Jeff said...

Thanks, Bernita! Your Get Out of Jail Free Card for Jeffrey worked!
Welcome to the party! You are a sweetheart. :)

S. W. Vaughn said...

Ah, September. A time when it is ruddy cold in Central New York!!!

Oh, so sorry. Didn't mean to type that out loud. :-) What I meant was -- see all the beautiful leaves, in splendid bursts of color, rimed with freakin' FROST already??!

(Stop that! Bad fingers!)

Okay. I'm good. Taking a mental sabbatical now. LOL

Bernita said...

Surely, Jeff.
Did you bring bacardi?

Frost? You're kidding!
Bet it's warm in your heart, Sonya.
Congratulations on your acceptance by Wild Child!

December Quinn said...

These first few days of September have actually been warmer than most days in August were, which I cannot get my head around.

October's always been my favorite month. I can't wait to see what it's like here. Fall is my favorite season and I haven't experienced a proper one in years.

kmfrontain said...

Thanks Erik. I'll give that a try, if I don't zoom out on anything and everything at once. LOL

Kelly Parra said...

Hi Bernita!
Glad you joined the pimpin' party!

Bernita said...

Up ( and over) here, December, the beauty depends on the frost sprites.Sometimes the hills are incandescent, sometimes mellow.

Kelly, maybe I'm juvenile, but I get such a kick out of that expression!

Ric said...

In the early '80's, while living in Houston, a Michigan artist, Bob Seger came out with "Boomtown Blues",

"The earth's not black and the wind's not cold,
All of a sudden, you feel so old."

Hear that on a September morning and burst into tears.

Bernita said...

"I've seen fire and I've seen rain, I've seen sunny days I thought would never end..." always does it for me, Ric.
In September.

M.E Ellis said...

Thanks for the mention, you're lovely you are!

:o)

Jeff said...

No, actually I brought Fritos and french onion dip, but if you want Bacardi, I'll go pick some up. :)

Bernita said...

And you're good, you are, Michelle.

Never mind, Jeff, I love onion dip!

Bailey Stewart said...

Just returning your wave from the sidelines.

Hey Jeff, did you say Fritos and dip? Hand them over.

And Jaye, yes this rain has been nice.

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