Does this happen to anyone else?
I seem to have spiders on the brain this autumn, and have written several stories with spider-related imagery. The simplest explanation is that I am finding that I am enjoying writing horror right now, with some Lovecraftian elements, and spiders seem to work in that space. There is such a lot of interesting myth/symbol/history/science around spiders that you can tap into. I think spiders started for me with a line from Hughes’ Tales from Ovid – where Pygmalion imagines “Every woman’s uterus into a spider” with her features its net to capture a man. What an image! And tied up with all kinds of emotion for me as a barren, womb-less woman (post hysterectomy cancer survivor). So, my spider stories are about fertility as well. And are better horror for it. My spiders of fall. Mother myths.
Frogs for me (the stories of summer) were about transformation, and about what is beautiful and what is ugly. Self-image and self-loathing. With a good dose of fairy tale. They bridge into horror, but dance back into (mostly) up endings. They are fundamentally maiden tales.
Pattern recognition forecasts a cronish winter. I’m putting that title (“A Cronish Winter”) in my ideas file, and telling my subconscious to leave a window open in case some cold wise creature is looking for a home.