I wish I knew how they do it.
Every day without fail, line becomes page, becomes chapter, becomes book. Day after day, becomes year after year. Accomplishment becomes a lifetime of work, becomes legacy. I sit at a keyboard for the same 30 consecutive days a year, and every year I discover, just like every other year, that whoever this is that I just wrote about, it’s NOT me.
And I still don’t know why.
Do I wish, somehow, that years and years ago, something would’ve taken a different turn, gone another direction, buried itself in the ground somewhere and reemerged, seventeen years later like a noisy cicada, as a different me? Yep, you betcha.
Every year without fail, I fail.
And every year, I try, all over again.
Yet this year, my reasons are cooking over a fire, lower and slower than ever before. I no longer have dreams, I have plans. But in the November meantime, I am still writing, still growing, and strengthening the muscles that I need to grow and strengthen for making the plans happen… next year.
That’s not exactly calling my shot, but it’s not NOT.
And for anyone who is writing through November or even those who are participating by reading, your presence here is so very welcome. Especially to me. Let’s keep going, together.
Talk to you tomorrow.
William S. Friday 
Happy writing. Happy planning.
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I am 100% with you on this. Same and same. See you tomorrow! Keep going 🤗🌟 it’s not about failure or success, it’s about these improvements and you and I both see them!
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I used to hate November with a passion, until I found WordPress and Ra’s Pepper Crowd. My favorite time is Sep 1 – Oct 31 which ends on Halloween. I used to take inventory and try to find one reason to stay around another year. Some years there was just one reason. Maybe grasping at straws? Reading blogs took the edge off.
How do they do it? Who knows? I’m not a writer but I have two stories in my head if I were. The first is dystopian. I’m in suspended animation and get out between Sep 1 and Oct 31. Each day is a chapter, but who wants to read 61 chapters? Maybe if they were a page or two. The second is fun. I do kill myself on Halloween. I wake up all pissed off until I realize I’m a ghost. Then the fun begins.
What a ramble. You are a writer, and not a fail, and don’t you forget it. I love reading your words and November isn’t that bad anymore.
Jaded.
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Jaded, I am always thrilled when you show up each November… at least those Novembers when I show up… I’ve missed a few. I’m even more thrilled that you’re here, PERIOD. Ramble anytime. And thank you for these words. They matter to me.
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reading x
and wishing on those different turns too…
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