I love November.
What has become my annual participation in a nation-wide experiment in creativity, it really makes me happy.
Somehow, carving out a month for it, having a national organization back me up, gives me the excuse I need, allowing myself an hour or an hour a half each day to just imagine. Verbally.
Away from the laundry. Away from obligatory lessons in person-hood for the three little people I’m bringing up. Away from actual, productive employment.
I’m 5,000 words in (more or less) on this year’s effort. It’s transformed itself, already, into a bit of a haunted house story – channeling The Haunting and What Lies Beneath – though that wasn’t at all my intention. Once again, it’s a joy to create images from nothing. To explore my own questions through fiction. To write for the sake of writing.