the sun set behind the trees today in a fiery blaze of brilliant red. it was a sight i haven't seen in quite a while - not since the spring, at any rate, before the trees outside my writing window burst into full leaf and blocked the view.
the red light flooded across my desk.
i read the rules at the na-no-wri-mo site.
you only have to write fifty thousand words, and i already have twelve thousand.
can you guess what i'm thinking?
perhaps it's the perverseness of my nine retrograde planets that always makes me want to try to do a lot of things i don't think i can do and even more a lot of people would tell me are downright unwise to try.
or maybe it's just that bloody Hag's light glowing once again out of the West.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.