I’m not talking about Game of Thrones. I’m not about to launch into a Jon Snow epic. In fact, I might be the only person I know who … [su_accordion]
[su_spoiler title=”Spoiler Alert: GOT fans yet to finish the last series click here at your own risk”] … cheered when he died. I mean – those tiresome puppy-dog eyes, the painfully confused expression whenever faced with almost any decision, the fact that Sam is blatantly so much more interesting and entertaining to watch. I have a horrible feeling I’m gonna be disappointed as I smell the stench of resurrection steaming off the new-series-horizon.[/su_spoiler]
But I digress.
It’s been a little quiet in the dust lounge. Veritably dusty, no less. Apologies, the world has been mostly full of distractions (including attempts to buy a house – turns out people are right when they say it’s one of the most stressful things you can do). But I’m still here, and now I’m getting excited because winter is coming.
I’m talking proper winter.
The time when frost eats at the edges of the day. Steaming breath turns us into the world’s most disappointing dragons. Leaves turn the ground into a rustling playground.
And of course there’s Halloween, bonfire night, Christmas markets, long evenings under a duvet on the sofa, toffee apples (yuk), pumpkin soup (yum), the smell of bonfires and hotdogs, baggy jumpers and thick tights.
Even the Beast wants more cuddles (although I’m under no illusion – she doesn’t love me, she just loves my heat).
Winter is the best time of year.
On top of that November brings with it the promise of Nanowrimo, and this year I might even try and get on that writerly freight train. Not to write a masterpiece, but to get some words out of my fuzzy brain coils and onto that digital paper – maybe even into proper sentences, then chapters, then the sloppy birth of a rough draft.
So the question is; do you Nanowrimo? And if you do, how do you do it? How do you fit it in? How much coffee does it take?
*Runs off to kick some leaves*
*Checks boots in case of hidden dog poo incident*
2 responses to “Winter is coming”
Check boots in case birds have been eating blackberries again… (Very sad hall carpet).
Aw no- maybe just pretend it’s a new pattern? 😉