Here we are again, at the month I love to hate, when the days grow dark and the intractable rain sets in and there isn’t even Thanksgiving (here in Canada-land) to break up the gloom.
Last year I proclaimed it the True and Holy Month of Nothing, which went really well. I hope to loaf a little less aggressively this year, however, because I have something I want to work on and I’m not nearly as burned out.
And hey, the month is off to an auspicious start! Suspiciously auspicious, if you ask me. I am ever sceptical of November’s motives. I had an excellent writing morning, however, and then it was so sunny (contrary to November’s usual practice) that we all went for a bike ride. We found a delicious tapas place for dinner. Can’t ask for better than that.
Does November get you down? Well, pull up a rock beside the fire. I’m planning on toasting marshmallows and singing stupid songs all month long.
6 thoughts on “Son of the Return of November”
Well, there’s NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month, and I know you live in Canada, but it’s open to everyone outside of America), or if you don’t want to write a novel in a month, you could do NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month), in which you post every day in November.
Well, Thanksgiving just kind of adds pressure to the month, anyway. And at least you have no leaves or gutters! Though I guess, without either…..
I tend to enjoy November for being quite productive writing-wise, due to Nanowrimo. And I love rain. I keep begging it to rain here in California (and not just because it would help relieve the drought). I just love curling up with a book, all warm and cozy inside will out side the rain patters on the window.
LOL, well, Nanowrimo makes me panic (although I’m kinda, sorta, dilettantishly doing it this year, if anyone wants to be my buddy. I’m amyunbounded, but I’ll warn you right now that I cheat). It just gets so dark here. I think I have a touch of SAD or something. 🙂
November here in Australia – and especially in Melbourne, is Spring Racing Lunacy, complete with lashings of hayfever. If I were a gardener, I’d be in danger of extreme distraction, as everything is going mad out there. As it is, I look out the window and go, “…were the roses that big yesterday? Oh well, back to the writing!” 🙂
It snowed here today near Boston 😦