November is a light blue month. I suppose me saying that, and especially me believing it is true, is evidence of some further mental illness… I know there are other people like me who think things you can’t see have colors, and they are probably loony-birds too. But I have always felt that months have colors. August is burnt orange. September is rose red. October is yellow-brown. And November is a light blue.
November is also the month that I turn 59 in 2015. Almost 60! I am moving into my cranky-old-coot phase of life. That’s okay too. It is also probably evidence of mental illness. Old brains tend to get a bit fermented… especially when they’ve been sauteed over time in a stew of stress, pain, doubt, and old wounds that never really heal. I enjoy getting older because now I have the excuse that I am a doddering old coot to help me get away with the creatively evil things I was always too goody-two-shoes and afraid to do when I was younger. No worries. I am not changing into Dracula over night. Halloween has come and gone without me doing anything seriously bad… other than writing novels. At least, not that I am aware of.
November is also NaNoWriMo. This year I begin the month putting the final editing touches on Snow Babies. Then it is time to get serious about When the Captain Came Calling.
WTCCC is a novel about girls re-forming an old boys gang… with boys in it, and taking on the magic of sea-stories… lies that old sailors will tell. Captain Noah Dettbarn returns home to Iowa from the South Pacific cursed with invisibility and being pursued by magical monsters. Mary Philips, the girl on the right, has become the new leader of the Norwall Pirates. Valerie Clarke, on the left, is the youngest member of the club, and she is the viewpoint character filtering the sometimes scary world of adults through her imaginative young mind. She’s also in the picture of Mary since she has been turned into a golden-furred squirrel in that picture.
This novel I am using for NaNoWriMo already stands at 41 pages and more than 14,000 words. So I have a good head start. A novel in a month? 50,000 words? Easy for a crazy old coot who is retired and not busy enough by half. As long as I can keep on kicking (the dog is watching me as I write this because she doesn’t want me kicking her) and keep on living, I can do it easily. It is a story idea I have been working on since 1981. And even though November is a blue month, depression is not a problem. It is light blue, remember? The dark blue of depression doesn’t come along until December, a month colored deep indigo blue. And by that time there is no way fickle fate can prevent Snow Babies from being published by 2016.
(Since I am still short of 500 at this point, let me point out the favorite words I have used in this post that tickle me passionate pink; coot, fickle, loony, doddering, and indigo. Now you can ignore this parenthetic expression.)