It’s November already?

I’m not quite certain where the time has gone but none-the-less it went bye-bye.  Halloween was wonderful for what it was and Autumn has brought forth any reason I can think up to have pumpkin scented or flavored whoosits and whatsits.  I’ve been buried deep in the torture….I mean help….of my beta readers because I doubt I could get along without them.  The first go-round was draining enough.  This time I believe that I have a bit more confidence behind me, even if it’s not me as per se.  Although I haven’t met my goal of finishing the second book to get it out in time for Halloween, I’m shooting for a Christmas release.  No promises, but I am going to work my hardest.  In translation, I might be a little cranky from time to time since 300 plus pages isn’t something to just throw out there.

So back to it being November.  Yay, right?  It’s a month of almost everything happening at the same time.  Veteran’s Day comes first for me and is quite important as my family is deeply rooted in the military one form or another, I am certain I will touch base more as the day comes around. We have the lovely Thanksgivukkah which has cutely combined the interesting crossover of Thanksgiving and the first day of Hanukkah/Chanukah.  I think its a great combination if you ask me.  Bring out the turkey fryers filled with oil and give plenty of thanks.  Spend time with people that you care about, or at least know that you will have a slight chance of making it out alive after being around.  Avoid the stores.  Yep, I’m one of those. I’m not about to head out into the stores to do shopping for the people I was oh-so-close to using the carving knife on hours previous.

Birthdays!!!! That’s the most important thing going on in November for me.  Why?  Because I get older.  Yay….oh wait…..yay?  I was one of those kids who had such a wonderful time fighting Thanksgiving fever and hardly ever getting a birthday wish.  I have deemed my birthday a national holiday, but I’m not quite certain the trend has taken full effect though.  Just remember, November 27th is J.S. Riddle day and we’ll be good to go.  Buy me a drink and I’ll be even happier.  This year it’s not about me, though.  I will be getting a brand new niece (cue the Price is Right music) that I am head over heels excited about.  

Let’s not forget Sir Ares.  He’s an old man, hitting the bit 11 and as his health seems to get better hit attitude remains full of sassy old man syndrome.  I swear if he were a human he’d be yelling at us to all keep it quiet because we’re making too much noise.  Speaking of old farts…I have to share the month with my father.  5 days forever between birthdays and most of the time we combined it.  But hey, I suppose our crotchety attitude toward Thanksgiving stealing our glory combined is nothing to scoff at.  We do it loud and proud. 

So that’s it.  A bunch of gibberish of me basically saying I’m alive and not to send out a search and rescue team.  Oh wait, you weren’t? 

 

What next?

Now that I have announced my upcoming promotion in regard to my free e-book download I feel the need to stare at my blog space and think hard…..maybe too hard.  I feel the need to say something so witty, so profound that it will go down in the books as the best post ever in the entire universe.

Well, that’s never going to happen and I would self-check myself into any ward that would take me if I thought that grande.

Instead we’ll go with something simple. maybe two, maybe three off the wall ideas that float off the top of my head.  I wish I could invoke George Carlin at this very moment since he is known to just pull up single ideas and turn it into rolling ball of laughter and deep thought.

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We will go with The Dog Days of Summer. I began in one southern state that was so hot and humid before the official beginning of summer I was afraid what was in store for me.  Then I moved (Still in the Southeast US) and it became glorious.  My allergies cleared up, the days were cooler, the humidity didn’t have me gasping for air, and I have sidewalks.  YES SIDEWALKS.  I’m not quite certain Alabama really understands what a sidewalk is unless its downtown, and even then they are as cracked as the terrible streets they are parallel to.  As Summer slowly rolls down I am now getting some heat push-back, but one thing is that its not raining; that has happened a lot.  I had to check the address to make sure I hadn’t moved back to the UK.  ANYWAY—–see I lose all sense of direction when I think hard—–time will be changing, fall will be coming, I will welcome the brisk wind on my face, the pumpkin spice in the air (waiting for the Latte’s, but really can’t wait to make my cheesecakes), the quiet nights sitting on my porch, cup of tea in hand and just looking up to the sky through the ever changing rainbow of leaves.  I do miss this part of the country, the beauty of autumn.  So what is the equivalent of Dog Days of Summer?

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