Well, with one day left to go, I have declared my practice novel done. I will save the novel for what will likely be major editing if I am to ever publish it, even self-publish it. I have written over 50,000 words within a thirty day limit which was my primary objective, in novel form. During that time I have taken off more than a week of writing time, more like ten days, to do other pressing things that are part of being in a family and preparing a home for the shift from summer to winter. On Friday I will begin the NaNoWriMo novel. Rather than being a bit worn out from all of the writing done during October, I am finding myself sitting on pins and needles ready to begin.
Tomorrow is Halloween, an event I have come to dislike because of all of the commercialism and the loss of whatever once existed that was sacred. Something within my genes, some Celtic roots resonates with the celebration of Samhain, the Celtic origins of Halloween. For my ancestors in Brittany, it was called Kalan Goañv.
I will be at the door ready to give out treats to neighbourhood children in spite of my aversion to the commercialism. My treat this year is a box of natural fruit juice – no more overdose of sugars will come out of my house. Samhain is a harvest festival and I feel that the juice of nature’s fruit is more than appropriate as a treat for all my evening visitors whether they are in or out of costumes. I imagine that many will be wearing bits of their costumes that fit over their warm winter wear.
Now, to return to the outline of my NaNoWriMo novel while I sit with a hot cup of coffee.