First writing session of the month: 5:30-6:22 a.m., 1730 words, typed on my computer at home.
This November is already going well. I could hardly sleep last night because I was so excited. Then when I was ready to drift off, my narrator gave me some lines of dialogue. Just beautiful.
And I wrote this poem about getting off to a good start:
This November I am nocturnal,
a bat hunting for insects of inspiration,
feeding on the juicy fruit of conflict,
opening the nut of realization
that something about this story
rings true with the hope that life
begins and ends with love.
Rather abstract at the end, but I’m pleased that writing is begetting more writing. To November: may every day continue to exceed the 1667 threshold.