NaNoWriMo

6 days into it(I started late) and I am surprised with the 14,560 words and counting. =)

(WARNING: I will be rambling in this post. There may be no real meaning in it's contexts)

But today...was different then the others. I had no idea's of how to go on with the chapter...headache and sleepy eyes and body didn't help either. So I ditched the keyboard (where I was just staring at the screen) and went out into the nippy cold November air. Most of the trees have dropped their colorful leaves while a few stranglers still hang on for the sweeping wind to knock them off their life grip and send them trialling to the ground.
It wasn't cold enough for me to worry about a heavy coat(or shoes for that matter, but that's just me). I graped the ol' sander and got to work on my book self. I sanded it...and some more. Until finally I applied the stain. It will take a few days to actually dry but I can't wait to see it. My hands were at work while my mind idled and thought of really...nothing. x)
I thought of the poem I wrote atop our church's swing set(in my cape and with my trusty comp book), thinking I should share it with all of you faithful readers.

Autumn’s Manners
Leaves are falling
Things are dying
Colors are rising
And the sun is set.
Winds are rushing
And leaping around
Autumn has arrived,
Summer has died.

Red noses and ruddy cheeks
Warm scarves in colors bright.
Cider and smoke,
Their essences combine,
Season the air with spice.

The sky is pale,
And the sun is withdrawn.
The moon is vivid,
And the air is snappish.
The colors are vibrant,
And the harvest is in at last.

The fairy leaves rejoices,
And the worms dig deeper,
The blue birds sing out,
And the squirrels’ flee around,
All as prior to before.

It doesn't flow all that well but I don't really mind, its one of my first poems by me.

Back to the NaNo writing,
So after I finished the bookshelf, I strolled about. Idea's started attacking me for my story of Shayla and Weylin.

So if you are having troubles, or just sick of sitting in front of a computer. Do something with your hands! Knit, carve, sketch, climb a tree, play with someone or something(preferable something smaller then you so they don't ask you any questions), or your favorite, no-brainier pass time! (That was not meant as something bad)

So I'm off with a comp book, cloak on, (shoes on, but don't tell anybody!) and preparing for a walk(run) through the frosty woods. Farewell! Write well! Relax.

-Libby