Did I say that? What I meant is that NaNoWriMo is finally over. Whew! I’m elated. I did not finish my novel, nor did I finish editing Anaedor, the Second. But I did manage to cut down four trees with my husband this last weekend.
That counts for something, doesn’t it?
Gordon Lightfoot is one of my favorite singers. Whenever November rolls around, I think about his song, “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald,” a moving homage he wrote about the ship, The Edmund Fitzgerald, which went down on Lake Superior, November 10, 1975. It’s a fitting tribute to this dangerous month, when the winds blow up trouble, the skies turn gloomy and winter thunders in.
It is particularly fitting this year…
I think NaNoWriMo is hard to say, probably because I say it wrong. I say the Wri part like ree instead of the correct way, rye, which makes a certain sort of sense, but is much less fun to roll off the tongue.
Do you even care?
For the last of my Halloween blogs this year, I am actually going to write about something happening in November, and I’m not talking All Saints Day. I am talking about a challenge. This challenge is so scary that I’m not sure I’m up to it myself.
What is it, you ask? Well read on, oh intrepid ones!