The wind blew all the lovely yellow leaves off the maples trees and dumped them all over the yard. They’re piled up against the stone wall, the play house, the sandbox. Once they dry–if they dry–they’ll be lots of fun to throw up, kick around, jump into.
Last night we went trick or treating in a snowfall. Soft delicate flakes perched in hair, on cloaks and tiaras and winter jackets. Kids clutched handles in cold-numbed fingers, hid their costumes under coats. Jack o’ lanterns booed and grinned and winked, and one haunted house was declared too “spookery” by Miss M. to go up to.
And, today its November. The year may be dying, but November roars in with a crackle of mad energy. It’s NaNoWriMo, dontchaknow! My blog reader is abuzz with NaNo-related posts. I’m afraid to go to my writing forums in case all that fervor causes a wildfire. And NaNo’s not the only thing going on–there are also NaNoJouMo and Art Every Day for those of us who are more into visual arts (via daisy yellow).
And there’s Sir I’s birthday (six! he’s going to be six!), Thanksgiving, and Christmas winking at me from the end of December (got THREE Christmas catalogs in the mail today).
AND the Best Writing Buddy Ever (TM) got back to me with comments on Quartz (she liked it! she really liked it! BUT…). Personal goal for the month? Do a last pass on Quartz (that’ll be version 3) and get a submission package together before Thanksgiving. No more drifting, floating, lazing.
Ready or not, November’s here!