The month that begins with No

In my last post I promised I’d be back in November, and, well, here I am.  Forgive me if I’m not quite myself, it’s just that, it’s November. I’m a little frozen,  a little shell-shocked, and frankly, feeling a little exposed.

Remember a few months back, I posted about moving to a new town? Well, we did that. It was a flurry. It all happened fast and there was much to get used to. Now we are here. Everyone is settled and the new has begun.

If you’ve been following along with my Twitter activity, you will know that I have been tracking the changes in season closely in this new landscape. I’m completely fascinated by the mountains here, which are closer, and the valley, which is tighter, and the lake, which is right there, almost close enough to touch. I’m aided in this fascination by a panoramic view outside my writing room window.

Here is how things looked when we first arrived at the end of July:

August is a month I look back on with fuzzy, happy thoughts. It’s the month when my kids actually said, more than once: “Do we have to go to the beach, again?” It’s the month when all the doors and windows of the old Victorian we’ve rented were open and there was sunshine and fresh air streaming in and each time I turned a corner there was a new and beautiful angle of light to discover. 

I wrote a lot in August. In the evenings, the crows would go visiting, flapping lazily from one tree to the next. I would write to the sounds of their raucous block party.

Then came September. School started. I don’t really remember September.

October looked like this:

It was a perfect kiss of a month with long walks and sunshine and an orange canopy of leaves to replace the sun on cloudy days. Some days the clouds would come down the lake, I could see them coming, teasing us. But there was still colour. Those clouds did not scare me.

 

And now here it is, November:

Yes, you see what I mean? I am eyeing the leaves piled on the corners, trying to absorb all their colour, while I still can, before all colour gets bagged up and carted away until spring

 

There is lots happening this November. I have an announcement coming soon, one I have no doubt you will be very excited about. Yes, it involves a publisher, and it involves my manuscript becoming a book. Soon. I am now working with an editor, and by the end of the month that begins with No I will have completed yet another edit (no, really, this should be the last) of Confined Space.

While I’m editing, it is unlikely that I will be blogging. I probably won’t be talking much either. But I will be going for long walks, and contemplating this new landscape. A new Twitter follower asked me today if I would post a photo a day, and while I may not be able to blog while editing, I think that is something I can do. So, during the remainder of this month, if you want to see pieces of the world through my eyes, just follow along with my posts on Twitter. You can find me here.

Please, don’t panic. You don’t actually have to join Twitter, if you don’t want, though I promise it is not as scary as you think. You can just click on the link above, or on the Twitter feed to the right of this blog, and see my most recent posts, and daily photo. No commitment, no strings attached. Just follow along if you like.

Let’s see if we can find some colour in this month.

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