On with the story
What does it mean to be a NaNoWinner? Hell if I know. But here's my virtual "badge" and my final post on the subject. That's a promise.
Somehow the past 30 days have taken the stuffin’ out of me. With all the “writing” to do with NaNoWriMo, my 50,000 words-or-so are now stored on a thumb drive, left there hanging in a tangle, with not a trace of a novel to show for the effort of getting there.
NaNoWriMoWise, I have reached what appears to be the tip of the large toe of the foot of the mountain. The story will go on without me, unless I take a wild leap of faith to catch it and run with it once again. As I turn the page to December perhaps the energy will return.
As for all the cooking and basting, and roasting and baking and heat generated in the kitchen for Thanksgiving, the leftovers were left in Chicago, where the family gathered. We prepped and stirred, hung together and ate and drank, we laughed and teased one another-- as do brothers and sisters, long-married couples, parents and children, we put a thousand pieces of a puzzle together, and parted once again. Until next time.
I’ve come home to an empty fridge, in some post-partum blogger state.
But there’s turning, always turning. Turning the page to December, the season of lights begins tomorrow
Tomorrow we celebrate. Chanukah. Hanukka. Hannuka. Channuka.
(However you spell it, it's time for happy latkes.)
“If you want to become an artist you must come out of your shell... There is so much to see, so much to experience which will be new to you... You must come out and scratch and bite, and love and hate, and play and sing and fly, and earn your place in the sun.” -Eugene O’Neill