Once upon a time, there was a copyeditor in search of love. She met a writer online and they proceeded to have a gorgeous fall together, where they would go out for breakfast and then sit in coffeeshops and try to write, while staring longingly into each other’s eyes. (Ed. note: Love is gross.)
Eventually they shacked up, and our copyeditor went freelance. They went on writing dates on Monday mornings, although our copyeditor was editing and the writer—who was also a professor—was grading papers. But on the weekends, every once in a while, they go out to a coffeeshop. And our copyeditor, at least, gets some writing done.
They are all married now and jaded. The professor ignores our copyeditor if she tries to distract him while grading or if she reminds him to get off facebook and get some grading done because she is tired of hearing him complain about his paper load.
Our copyeditor has always loved the fall, and fall in [location redacted] makes her remember falling in love with her young man. She remembers the time she was forty-five minutes late (and she hates being late) meeting her poetry group because Young Man wanted to play her one more song that he loved, and then another.
Love turns you into an idiot in the beginning, but with any luck, it makes you nicer and wiser later on. And if it doesn’t, well then it at least gives you something to write about. Who do you love?