November has come, it’s too warm for the season, too dry, hardly any mushrooms, and a good part of the leaves are still green. But hey, climate change isn’t real. Yeah, right. I guess what bothers me most these days is the lack of the typical autumnal smell – the moldy sweetness of decaying leaves. The geese meet each day around the lake and can’t get decided whether flying south is worth the effort anymore. I’m just waiting for the inevitable storms.
That aside, I may have finished polishing up my epic fantasy monster. I may even have it formatted, and a cover ready to go, but I’m not ready to publish it quite yet. For reasons. In the meantime, I’ve signed up for NaNoWriMo for the first time since It Never Rains, and it’s sorta going okay. I crossed the 10k line yesterday, and Alice and I are having fun. The soundtrack is already three songs long, namely the saddest song in the world, the one where Alice didn’t get the reference, but so what, and the one you shouldn’t hum in a yard full of bikers, because accidental magic in front of an audience of unsuspecting Regulars is a big no.
That’s it from me for the moment, I’ll re-emerge when I’m done with my writing spree.
Also, I made this. Enjoy.
Angelika Rust 