Almost through November already… now, when I hear sleigh bells, I’m more likely to listen than to plug my ears. I’m not ashamed to say that I had a Peppermint Mocha from Starbucks the other day and it was delicious. Try as I might, I cannot resist that Christmas spirit.
That doesn’t mean I’m going to forget about Thanksgiving, though. Thanksgiving is a seriously underappreciated holiday, living in the shadows of the commercial titan that is X-Mas… but maybe it’s better that way. Thanksgiving is quieter, more subdued. A time for reflection and gratitude.
Or maybe everyone’s too stuffed with turkey and potatoes to act too excited.
Either way, I am not afraid to defend the sanctity of Thanksgiving, dorky as it may make me seem. Have you ever read George Washington’s Thanksgiving Proclamation? Yes, I know Abe Lincoln made it an official holiday, but it was introduced conceptually long before then. If you’ve never read it before, I highly recommend it. Heck, I don’t care if you’re non-Christian or non-American–it’s the principle of the thing. It’s freaking awesome.
Anyways, back to NaNoWriMo. How’s it going for you? Over yonder, I’m still working on my Nutcracker story–filling plot holes, cleaning it up, basically just jumping right into the editing process even though you’re “not supposed to do that.” The draft right now is 54,500 words–but I started this month with 38,000, so I’ve put in a meager 16,500. But like I said last week, I’m not really interested in hitting 50K, (though congrats to anyone who has, or will,) I’m interested in reaching goals.
By the end of the month (a scant eight days away), I’m hoping to have a different draft edited, but we’ll see how that goes. At the very least, I’m hoping to have this Nutcracker story edited, since that’s what I’ve been working on anyways. But since I’ve been so secretive, I think it’s time I provided a summary. This is done knowing full well that this is the internet, though I’m invoking the honor code here like I did with my short stories. I mean, come on. Who the hell would wanna steal this? Or my short stories, for that matter? They’re not about to win the O. Henry Prize, and that’s not even supposed to be a dig at myself.
Summary: King Dominic can never seem to have enough time. When his queen dies prematurely, he’s not sure how to move on… until a clockworker–magicians who use timepieces to manipulate objects–named Miss Owl offers to send him to a place where he can forget his worries. While there, he meets a captivating young woman named Elizabeth Drosselmeyer, who travels the world with her toymaker father. Finally able to escape from his daily stress, he travels to and from her world to see her, ignoring the repercussions it has on his life back home. When Elizabeth accidentally falls into his world, he has to help her get back to her father, taking him on a journey across Europe that opens his eyes to reality.
God, that’s a terrible summary. Doesn’t sound like it has much to do with The Nutcracker, does it? Well, I promised, it’s very much inspired by it. Okay, it’s almost midnight here and I’m determined not to post this on a Saturday, so I’m calling it a day. Guten nacht.