The End of November


It snowed overnight and continued this morning, which is fitting given that November ends today and December begins tomorrow. Fitting but still annoying.

It took me twice as long to get Zeca to school today as tires spun and cars fishtailed and all of the stoplights seemed poorly timed for the winter weather.

I generally find fresh snow beautiful. It makes everything bright and clean and the snow covered branches make the city feel quaint and cozy. But today, I didn't find it beautiful at all and I briefly wondered why I choose to live here. This does not bode well on the first day of true winter weather but I'm sure I'll rally.

Today marks the end of November and daily blogging and novel writing. I succeeded on both fronts if putting words online and on the page every day is success. I'm not sure of the quality of words in either endeavor but I'll call it a win regardless.

I wrote 50,288 words of a novel and 30 posts here, plus I wrote every week for the Star Tribune and also wrote for TueNight. That's a lot of writing. I also ran 25 miles in November which may not seem like much but is so much more than the zero miles I ran last November.

I've been busy and tomorrow I'm going to figure out whey I do so much in November and do so little the rest of the time. But that's for tomorrow because today, I'm going to give myself a break. I'm going to listen to music and read and maybe do a little online shopping.

Thanks to all of you who took the time from your busy days to read and comment. I appreciate it more than you can know.