)O( Tea Witch's Musings )O(

Or not, as the case may be.  Spent the morning doing acceptance testing for the "three years behind and slipping" project which our area has code named "albatross."  This way the project people don't know when we're discussing the cursed bird hung about our neck.

Now a lesson from writing class - when asking for feedback, listen.  Don't explain to the person giving feedback why they are wrong. 

Me - this field is confusing. 
Project person - it's not confusing because ...(insert long confusing explanation of your choice.)
Me - but that doesn't make sense.  It's confusing
Project person - well, that's your perspective

Now, I'm even more confused here because I thought I was invited to participate in the acceptance testing to give my view.  Apparently, we will all be assimilated.  Except they are albatross not borg and this ship may sink.   

And feeling a little loopy. 50,307 words. Not actually a single useable novel but more like parts of three different novels because things kept changing. Still made the word count and uploaded for official verification. Oddly, after this I don't want to stop writing - I want to jump back into the half-done mystery novel I left behind in October.

Thanksgiving and a day to spend with family.  A mix of Pagan, New Age and liberal Catholic beliefs, all with a taste for turkey, potatoes and good Southern green beans.  My young neice seems to be naturally drawn to the Goddess, which is interesting since her parents have raised her Catholic.  But perhaps not odd since my sister always seemed to worship Barbie : )   For school Erica was doing her family heritage.  We're mostly Irish, her father's family is mostly Norwegian.  An interesting combination.  I think she's picking up an interest in Vikings. She'll probably want to invade a country by Yule.  Or at least pretend to in her stories.  She does take after her aunt (me) in her love of stories. 

A storm is coming.  I can see the wind blowing the trees around outside and feel the storm energy gathering.  Storms are different since this season and the visits from Charley, Frances and Jeanne.  There's a true sense of danger in the winds.  I watch the leaves of the brugmasia tossing against the dark sky and I am reminded that they stand out so clearly against the sky because the red tip bushes and the pines that used to stand behind them are no longer there.  But part of me relishes the danger the storm brings.  New things grow where the old was swept away.  As goes the garden, so goes my life.  Destruction and renewal.

Well, after nearly a month and 40,000 words of Nanowrimo, I've come the inescapable conclusion that I write best at night.  Try as I might to write during the day on Saturday and Sunday, I get little done.  From 8pm until midnight (or later) words just flow.  I can edit during the day, that's fine.  But creative work is best at night. 

Big Owl has suggested that I post some of my writing.  I'm thinking of trying this with some sample chapters and maybe some works in progress.  Don't know about the Nanowrimo work though.  Right now it's far too rough.  Fast and furious means lots of spelling errors and strange sentence arrangements.  It would be fun to do some blogging with the fantasy novel or the upcoming mysteries.  But first I must finish my 50,000 words for nanowrimo.