Where did November go? I swear I just started it.
This is a huge problem for me, quite often. I just…lose time. It’s like being abducted by aliens. I look at the clock and it’s two; I look again and it’s ten. I’ve lost eight hours to…I don’t even know.
And it stretches on, into months. I swear it was November 1st only yesterday. My poison incident? Surely that was only a few days ago. No, really, Thanksgiving was just a few hours past, it can’t have been longer ago than that.
But no, it’s only my faulty memory; time has gone, and I stand wondering what on earth I did with it.
Well, I know I wrote 61,000 words in NaNoWriMo. I didn’t actually finish the novel, for reasons that will go un-ranted about for now. But I did win NaNo, and my winner’s shirt is on its way to me.
I also caught up on my reading. Blogs, that is. Those of you I follow may notice a bunch of new likes from me on your months-old posts. Sorry. I’m a slow-ass.
Catching up on blog reading has left me open to reading new posts as they crop up, and I wanted to share one with you that…I don’t know. It touched me. In a good way.
It’s a poem by Magaly Guerrero of Pagan Culture, and I can’t get it out of my head. It’s sweet and spicy; it’s like a warm cup of coffee with cinnamon and nutmeg in it, steaming upwards on a crisp fall day.
And I find it inspires me. Maybe it will inspire you, too.