I’m feeling a little out of sorts as far as this holiday goes, mostly because I’m not really doing much to celebrate it. There is, of course, the huge celebration here in Chapel Hill that attracted 80,000 people last year, but I haven’t gone to that in ages, having done it entirely too much in high school and the years following. And at least when I was teaching, I could bring in candy to my students, but now that’s not an option either. (We don’t get many trick or treaters out here in the country: it would take ages to walk from house to house, the candy payoff meager at best.) Which leaves me without a real plan. I tried to dress the dogs up this morning, in a last-ditch attempt to be festive, but it did NOT go well. Apparently, boxers don’t like to wear clown wigs. Who knew?
So I guess I’ll just stick to my standard plan, sitting at home, eating candy without guilt, and watching TV. I taped a special on Bravo about the 100 Scariest Movie Moments, as well as the Simpson’s Treehouse of Horror that aired last night. I know, I know, it’s kind of lame. But then, maybe so am I. Oh, well.
In other news, today is the last day of October, and you know what that means: Nanowrimo begins tomorrow. Like Halloween, I will be experiencing it vicariously, but not because I am lame: rather, because I have written a novel in about a month once—not for Nanowrimo, I think it was more of a mania thing, but I digress—but once was enough. However, I LOVE nanowrimo, mostly because it’s the one month a year I can be completely sure at any given moment that I have a lot of company freaking out about writing a novel. And given that writing is usually so solitary, that’s kind of nice. So those of you who are participating, as you sit at your screen, biting your nails, fearing that blinking cursor, not entirely sure you can do it…I am with you. Totally.
Oh, and helpful hint: leftover Halloween candy is crucial to the creative process. Trust me on that.