The leaves are in their glory, a burst of color before they drop from the trees, having served their purpose. Yesterday was Olde Langhorne Harvest Day, so the street was a detour for traffic while the main streets hosted the festival. The night was chill, but as it was Halloween my husband sat on the rocker on the porch, handing out candy. As usual he fielded questions about if he was Santa. It's usually the adults who ask this. The young ones look at him with rounded eyes, and the older ones just start behaving better - just in case.
Today is November first, All Saints Day, Day of the Dead, and the first day of NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. You're challenged to write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November.
There's a mystery I started but have simmering on the back burner. I had the idea of a middle school book about the main character giving a bit of her background. I would love to work on this, but will see how my MS and the vision issues it causes interfere with my plans.
