Autumn will be here at 12:04 Saturday morning. And I can't wait. I love fall. I love the blaze of colors, I love the crispness of the air, I love sweaters, jeans and boots. I also love Karma. The book I'm writing now, Rising Wind begins in the spring but ends in the fall. So I'm excited about being able to capture just the right details as my characters, Connor and Carrie escape from the Shawnee through the wilds of Ohio and West Virginia, 1774. Fall.