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The beginning of November seems to be a bit rubbish, but my brain is being kind today, so I thought I would make a post about happy things.
+ Having finished Tam Lin, I have discovered to my deep satisfaction that, contrary to what I feared, it doesn't actually fill me with a deep longing to re-ensconce myself in my liberal arts education; in fact, it fills me with a deep relief that I don't have to take exams. (My god, my education is entirely my own! Now I just have to keep living in towns that come equipped with college libraries.) I may be more than a bit in love with Thomas, which should surprise exactly no one. I am tempted to dust off my old Carter Hall manuscript and stare it down as though I'm actually going to get NaNo work done on it. (Carter Hall is the, um, Tam Lin story I started when I was but a wee one in high school. It is happily very unlike Pamela Dean's version, and unhappily very like it was written by a fifteen-year-old.)
+ Speaking of NaNo: my word count this month, entirely in ridiculous WIPs, is 4281, or a whopping 9% of 50,000. I am only counting at all because![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
fahye is keeping careful track of her word count, and I often do things that Fahye does, mostly subconsciously. She is, by the way, better at this unofficial NaNo thing than I am.
+ I enjoy other things about November, also! I am loving the weather; it keeps hovering confusedly somewhere between 30°F and 50°F, and the ten-day forecast promises chilly rain later this week, but I am holding out hope for snow, because I am always holding out hope for snow. A certain portion of houses in my neighborhood are still sporting tattered forlorn Halloween decorations; another portion are already cheerfully displaying Christmas lights. Sometime in mid-December I think I shall pick an evening that is not too cold and walk the eight blocks or so that compose my immediate neighborhood, checking out all the decorations. For now I am just breaking out all my hats and scarves and drinking roughly my own weight in hot cocoa.
+ Having finished Tam Lin, I have discovered to my deep satisfaction that, contrary to what I feared, it doesn't actually fill me with a deep longing to re-ensconce myself in my liberal arts education; in fact, it fills me with a deep relief that I don't have to take exams. (My god, my education is entirely my own! Now I just have to keep living in towns that come equipped with college libraries.) I may be more than a bit in love with Thomas, which should surprise exactly no one. I am tempted to dust off my old Carter Hall manuscript and stare it down as though I'm actually going to get NaNo work done on it. (Carter Hall is the, um, Tam Lin story I started when I was but a wee one in high school. It is happily very unlike Pamela Dean's version, and unhappily very like it was written by a fifteen-year-old.)
+ Speaking of NaNo: my word count this month, entirely in ridiculous WIPs, is 4281, or a whopping 9% of 50,000. I am only counting at all because
fahye is keeping careful track of her word count, and I often do things that Fahye does, mostly subconsciously. She is, by the way, better at this unofficial NaNo thing than I am.+ I enjoy other things about November, also! I am loving the weather; it keeps hovering confusedly somewhere between 30°F and 50°F, and the ten-day forecast promises chilly rain later this week, but I am holding out hope for snow, because I am always holding out hope for snow. A certain portion of houses in my neighborhood are still sporting tattered forlorn Halloween decorations; another portion are already cheerfully displaying Christmas lights. Sometime in mid-December I think I shall pick an evening that is not too cold and walk the eight blocks or so that compose my immediate neighborhood, checking out all the decorations. For now I am just breaking out all my hats and scarves and drinking roughly my own weight in hot cocoa.
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