But nowe sadde Winter welked hath the day,
And Phoebus weary of his yerely take,
Ystabled hath his steedes in lowlye laye,
And taken vp his ynne in Fishes haske…
-From “Nouember” in Edmund Spenser’s Shepheardes Calender
So it turns out that writing both a thesis and a novel while studying two languages doesn’t leave a lot of free time for blogging.
In spite of hitting a number of, “oh crap I should have researched this,” moments, my NaNo novel is still clicking along. And I do feel as though my English major is finally paying some practical dividends both for my Old Testament thesis (which is more literary in method than historical-critical) and for the novel, which is more shamelessly gnawing at choice morsels from the western canon than any of my previous NaNo attempts.
And I do appreciate this unusually mild November.