The trees outside seem to think so, we're already trudging in leaves. However they're very welcome. The sun is no friend of mine. I've never been a fan of summer, but I've still managed to get badly sunburnt during the wettest one on record!
Writer's block continues, despite a brief fling with Life on Mars and something possibly developing with Supernatural. Everything is such a slog at the moment. I've got two stories to write asap and I'm feeling a bit depressed about it. I want the fun to come back to writing.