on the day when the year too dies
The subject line is due to the date, actually, rather than the Dark is Rising sequence, although there is of course overlap -- isn't there always? Anyway, today is All Souls' Day. I have no particular plans for the day itself, but on Sunday the choir will be singing Mozart's Requiem. It seems fitting.
Requiescat in pace, all who have gone before.It's also the second of November, and I am already falling behind. Looking at my schedule for the next month is enough to inspire panic when considered all at once, I've found. This should not surprise me, really, as I have a gift for overscheduling myself.
Therefore, I will no longer consider it all at once, but lay it out step by step and proceed accordingly. This means first and foremost that I will be making a sea change in how I'd planned to do NaNoWriMo -- instead of counting words and forcing output for output's sake, I will instead commit myself to write something each day, every single day, to prove to myself that I can do it.
If that means that I miss the 50,000 word goal, ah well. So be it. I will be writing, and for me that is a new enough thing that I can take delight in that fact alone.It's a gorgeous fall day outside, with a bright blue sky and gold everywhere on the trees and scattered over impossibly green grass. Yesterday was the same, and the day before as well. In fact, I spent a large part of Monday afternoon walking through the botanic gardens near my home, under trees that rustled with the autumn breeze and along small paths of river-stone that led around curves and sometimes through unexpected carved doors, stopping from time to time to sit on a wooden bench or to read a line of poetry from the discreet signs set in places that one has to look to find.
It was a lovely, peaceful, joyful experience.
With that still in my mind, I now suggest to all of you -- stop where you are, right now, this minute. Look up from the computer screen and around the space in which you find yourself. Let your glance linger on a flash of color, or look out a window. Perhaps go outside, and look up at the sky.
Relax.
Breathe.
Enjoy your day, wherever you are. :)
Requiescat in pace, all who have gone before.It's also the second of November, and I am already falling behind. Looking at my schedule for the next month is enough to inspire panic when considered all at once, I've found. This should not surprise me, really, as I have a gift for overscheduling myself.
Therefore, I will no longer consider it all at once, but lay it out step by step and proceed accordingly. This means first and foremost that I will be making a sea change in how I'd planned to do NaNoWriMo -- instead of counting words and forcing output for output's sake, I will instead commit myself to write something each day, every single day, to prove to myself that I can do it.
If that means that I miss the 50,000 word goal, ah well. So be it. I will be writing, and for me that is a new enough thing that I can take delight in that fact alone.It's a gorgeous fall day outside, with a bright blue sky and gold everywhere on the trees and scattered over impossibly green grass. Yesterday was the same, and the day before as well. In fact, I spent a large part of Monday afternoon walking through the botanic gardens near my home, under trees that rustled with the autumn breeze and along small paths of river-stone that led around curves and sometimes through unexpected carved doors, stopping from time to time to sit on a wooden bench or to read a line of poetry from the discreet signs set in places that one has to look to find.
It was a lovely, peaceful, joyful experience.
With that still in my mind, I now suggest to all of you -- stop where you are, right now, this minute. Look up from the computer screen and around the space in which you find yourself. Let your glance linger on a flash of color, or look out a window. Perhaps go outside, and look up at the sky.
Relax.
Breathe.
Enjoy your day, wherever you are. :)