Friday, and a little rambling about writing...

UP, and I am glad it's Friday. It's been a very busy week, especially with the start-and-stop nature of things with a holiday on Tuesday and a field trip yesterday. The weather is still chilly and damp, which seems to be the forecast for the foreseeable future. I want to get the last string of lights in a tree out back, but who knows when or if. Sigh. Missed the window, it looks like. 

It's been a long time since we've had a cold and snowy early November. The geese were right about the date, and the acorn supply predicts a snowy winter overall. I like to pay attention to the signs in nature; the professionals do a good job, and I appreciate all they do (especially since they got DOGEd so severely), but I also think that nature has a lot to tell us if we slow down enough to get the news. 

I have a writing class both Saturday and Sunday, and I'm really excited to see where this new adventure is leading me. I am percolating with ideas, but I'm holding them at bay until I find out what the directional prompts are for the next three sections of the long poem. In the meantime, I've been jotting down drafts daily; my former student and friend Susan is holding me accountable to not word count (that's for novelists) but my goal of writing at least ten lines a day every day in November. So far, I've met the challenge. Granted, not a lot of it is all that worth looking at, but as Mary Oliver says in her poetry handbook, the muse won't show up if you don't keep a regular date with her. (My paraphrase.)

Yesterday was a good day, what with being able to get going a little slower in the morning, going to a play, then being home a little earlier. Duchess Cecelia of Dogtown Manor was super well-behaved, the pellet stove kept the house toasty, and it was a nice break from the frantic scramble we have been in lately. I stayed up WAYYY too late last night watching the Patriots/Jets game, too-- I'm paying for it a bit this morning, but it was a good win. 

I hope today has a few more wins. Hold onto your loved ones-- y'know, like otters do. They hold hands while they sleep/float so no one gets lost. 

Blessings on everybody,

C




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