Lexical Gap No. 10: Geborgenheit

October is the best month

Apologies once more getting this out later than expected. One suspects that it will get harder and harder for me to stick to newsletter deadlines the closer we get to the publication date for Wintersong. Plus, I am still in the midst of writing book 2, which takes up a lot of mental space. And, I have to confess, I did take some time off to enjoy the month of October because it's my favorite time of year.

October is the best month, and I won't hear a word to the contrary. Perhaps it's because I was raised in Southern California and didn't grow up with a proper fall season that the romantic notion of autumn has stuck with me. LA has all of three seasons: hot and dry, warm and dry, and cool and wet. Brilliant autumn foliage, crisp October nights, the hint of ice and the coming winter...none of that existed where I grew up. Fall was when we would get searing hot Santa Ana winds (sometimes called "devil winds"), so it wasn't unusual to be sweating under your Halloween costume.

Not that I …