We live at the top of a hill. A big hill. A really steep hill. This is one of the key reasons that we have, in five or six Halloweens here, gotten maybe one or two trick-or-treaters, TOTAL.
It’s sad. At the old house on Pomelo we were on flat ground, near the local elementary school, and we would take out the telescopes in the front yard when possible and let folks look at whatever was up while we handed out candy. We got hundreds of trick-or-treaters every year. If it were cloudy and we didn’t have the telescopes out we would have people all night asking where they were.
Here? This year, as busy as I am, I didn’t even have the time or effort to put out a single Halloween decoration. Nor did a single house anywhere climbing up the hill. Plenty of lights and inflatables and gigantic spiders and 12′ skeletons and some really nice displays down on the flat streets at the bottom of the hill. But get up past the first two or three houses? Nada. Zip. Zero. Zilch.
Except for the owls. They were in the spirit of the holiday! Two of them, right across the street, with a third way off in the distance down the canyon.
Being NaNoWriMo Eve, the other question is whether or not I’m going to be stupid enough to try it again. As mentioned, I’m busier than dog, and while I’m finally at a point where I can see the light at the end of the tunnel (I think, could be an oncoming train) on a couple of major projects that I’ve been working on for months, there are others that are just starting up.
Curiously, I’ve seen this diagram popping up from a couple of different folks on social media in the last week:
(No idea who created this.)
I see nothing inaccurate about this. It would be wise to pay attention.
So, of course, there’s about a 90% chance that I’ll at least start a NaNoWriMo project tomorrow. My odds of completing it are about the same as the odds of winning the lottery. But I can’t do it if I don’t get started, so I’ll probably get started.
May the odds be always in my favor?
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 