chill and drear

Alvida’s Window, John Bauer

31,134. More than halfway through this year’s November Novel, and it’s not been as smooth as I’d hoped, in fact, it came close to disaster, and I almost gave up,  but I managed to rescue the manuscript. Still, it’s been a tough wrestle with the pen. Was afraid I wouldn’t make the goal this year, but looks like I’ll manage it.

“The last seed
falls from the sunflower-
empty pond.

The long awaited
rattle of rain on rooftops-
Thanksgiving Day.”
–  Michael P. Garofalo, Cuttings