Leaving November Behind

It’s been a good month, November. I spent a big portion of it writing a rough draft of my new book. It would more accurately be called a very rough draft but it is indeed an armature for “Asfidity and Mad Stones” and I am grateful for that.

November always seems to be a catching-up month in which I regroup from the excitement of Witch Month and try to put my life on some sort of even footing again. But this year’s October wasn’t bad at all–in fact, it was also a very good month. So there was less of that breathless attempt to regain my footing and more a gentle and thoughtful month.

Again, I am grateful.

And now it is winding down. Thanksgiving is behind us now and winter has definitely come to the southern Highlands. There are preparations to be made for Yuletide giving and celebration but even that seems less frantic than in years passed. It may be due to my intense travelling schedule this year and having two months where my travel was limited to close to home (October) or family visiting (November) may make them seem easier and simpler.

Appropriate, I suppose, this day after Thanksgiving, that my primary feeling is one of gratitude and slight wistfulness. As the Solstice looms on my personal horizon and we enter into the renewed agricultural year, I may be glad of this respite from adventure.

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Between the Worlds–now I know what “Prince Charming” really means

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at the beginning of the process of charming…prince not included

 

A friend talked me into doing the craft fair that her PTO is doing as a fundraiser. It’s Saturday and I have created a bunch of Pretty Simple Charms to vend at the event.

I started making these small charms a couple of years ago for my own work and for clients.  I only started selling them fairly recently–to go along with a couple of helpful oils and my books–as a way to pay my way to conferences and festivals.

The charms–plus an order for a client in Georgia–are almost ready: just a bit of finish work to do.  I always make charms on the waxing Moon and Full is coming on us in a few days.

The word “charming” got me thinking about the Disney prince and I’ve daydreamed doing a story about someone who makes charms in the village, in a shop like a cobbler.  I’ll let you know if that turns into anything.

Meanwhile, I am working diligently on the next Hillfolks Hoodoo book and it is coming along pretty well. My plan is to have it in the hands of my editor/readers sometime in December.  We shall see, as my friend Mark Walker says.

Lost in My Own Head

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pumpkins and turnips of the season

The end of October is always tricksy in my world–there are rituals to do and cemeteries to visit and plots to plan and execute. This year was no exception and it even rolled into the first few days of November with a pleasantly-busy weekend.

And then Monday came on the scene and…well, I slept in, for one thing. The weather has turned chilly here and I thought about spending the day in dirt therapy in the garden but balked at that because of the chill wind.   Instead, I set my shoulder to the grindstone of my new book.

Wild Mountain Time: Advanced Appalachian Folk Magic is the working title but it’s not quite there yet, is it?  I want something as quirky and catchy as “Staubs and Ditchwater”, I think.

Anyhow, it’s November and that is writing month on the internet–there’s even one for non-fiction.  I’m writing every day with the goal of having a rough first draft finished by 1st December.  Doesn’t seem impossible, especially after having two days of mostly writing–yesterday and today.

I wrote a chunk yesterday but spent most of the time arranging what went where and working out chapters and such.  At this point there are 17 of those, though a few of them may get combined.

Writing!  It seems such a luxury to have hours of daytime to write in. And with any luck, I’ll have a couple of hours tomorrow, too. All that writing–plus the brief excursions into research–give me a kind of word-drunk.  I feel like I’m lost in my own little head.