I have a thing for all things pumpkin spice, and it has nothing to do with the taste.

(I mean, it helps that it doesn't taste like broccoli or liver.)

No, I love pumpkin spice because it means that fall is no longer just sometime in the future. No, it's just around the corner. It's right over the horizon. It's knocking at the door.

In other words, summer is about to get the boot and fall is about to walk onstage in all of its cool, crisp, leaf-falling, pumpkin-spice-brewing glory.

In fact, when the first day of fall actually hits, we celebrate it in three ways:

1) The fall wreaths go up on the door.

2) We all get new toothbrushes (which we do at each change of the season since you're supposed to do that every three months).

3) I go to Trader Joe's and Target and buy every single thing that says Pumpkin Spice on the label. Donuts, cookies, pasta, pasta sauce, chips, nuts, coffee, tea, protein bars. You name it, we get it. (Minus the pumpkin spice flavored Clorox. That's just a money grab. 

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So how does Pumpkin Spice Day fit into my next subject: writing what I love?

I wrote two Pumpkin Spice books out of eight. That's 1/4 of my books, or 25%. 

Not many authors out there can say that a quarter of their books have been about Pumpkin Spice.