I’m watching an incredible windstorm slap leaves into building walls. The harbour is filled with whitecaps and I haven’t seen the ferry in some time. Only seagulls are daring the wind – the other birds have gone into hiding, and I can’t blame them. It’s oddly warm for November, fooling the cat, who wants to go out until I open the door and he gets blown back into the kitchen cupboards. He hates when his fur is mussed.
In short, it’s November. Many folks hate this month, but I have a fondness for it. It’s my birthday month and so I like to celebrate another year on the right side of the sod. Though last night I spent some time looking over the void that has been the past few years (when I’m in THAT mood, I forget everything I’ve ever done and visualize me streaming bad TV and eating chips) and panicking slightly. Been coasting somewhat. Must stop.
When you have virtually no other demands on your time, you tend to let things slide. I, for example, have been postponing gross patrol in my fridge for some time. Now I’m afraid to look. Maybe if I do it today and leave my door open, the wind will chase out any miasma…
But first, writing. I’ve started my publishing house. Now I need to people it with writings. And finish tarting up my novel. There’s one gaping plot swamp, identified by the glorious Sylvie Spraakman, who specializes in swamps and so was able to spot it immediately. I am both grateful and horrified, as draining it will require at least another chapter or more (sorry about the draining the swamp image).
So, tuning into Nanowrimo. I shall add at least 50, 000 words to my writing (novel plus
etceteras) by the end of November or perish in the attempt. If you want to see my struggles, buddy me on the Nano site – my name is Hyacinthh.
There’s a trusty tugboat out in the harbour now, bravely escorting naval ships out to the much scarier open ocean. I’m going to take a tugboat as my mental image and push on, through wind and waves and the tail end of horrible colds and isolation and other such foolishness and git ‘er done.