That’ll be the beginning of December then, I suppose…
Once again, the year has begun its annual acceleration to a close. I can see Christmas coming, but no matter how fast I paddle beneath the surface, no matter how much I declutter my diary – I don’t really feel any further forward than I ever have been.
It could be worse, though . I physically *have* my Christmas cards, I have actually been Christmas shopping and made a dent in the list. Today I sent off for my 2012 anthology of poetry. Kirstie Allsop would be very proud.
As for Nanowrimo: total fail. But I have done other stuff.
Wishing all other Christmas-facilitators all the best for the next four weeks.