November summary

  • Did not participate in Nanowrimo. Which is fine, since I didn’t intend to.
  • Did finish the book proposal on Divorcing a Real Witch – now deciding whether to keep looking for agents or just trot it to publishers. I’m a bit put off by the expectation that I be teaching workshops in this sort of thing already – it’s a very chicken/egg quandary to create for a person, and I rather resent it.
  • Bought a Yaris. Not in our grand plan, but had to buy some kind of car since Mike works in the boonies portion of Bloomington where buses go… at random.
  • Went to the UnderPants Show at Bryant Lake Bowl. For those less informed, this is a monthly Burlesque show at Bryant Lake Bowl.
  • Turned 35. Did very little about it, although I now have an anti-wrinkle night cream AND day cream as a tacit acknowledgment. Left my phone off for the weekend, got a massage, otherwise… eh.
  • Went to Mike’s parents for Thanksgiving. The day prior I ate the lamest and largest pork cutlet EVER.
  • Brenda and I are attempting to institute one day a week where we hang out and craft. Our first attempt was last week, where we watched S2 True Blood, she restrung a broken necklace and I decoupaged a few boxes for future shipping after dipping some incense.
  • I have a lot more incense paper made. I’m not sure when/how I’m going to get it on Etsy – I’m ignoring timing and just doing what suits me for now.
  • Spent a lot of time working on Fat Chic. The catalog project is finished, and all the posts for it should roll and be listed by December 31st.
  • Trying another switch to yerba matte from coffee.
  • I’m also dealing with a large chunk of depression. Right now I’m handling it with St. Johnswort and Bach flower therapies. I’ll discuss this more in a post I have sitting in draft about a very recent change in some of my magickal practices. I don’t think I’m ready for antidepressants, but since I don’t write from a place of “inspiration” I’m not terribly worried about their impact on my creativity. I have Iris Bach flower essence, and a long-running experience of terrible first drafts to assure me that my creativity is really persistence.