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'Twas the Night Before NaNo

Happy Halloween!  To get you (and me) in the "spirit" I'll tell you a little about the inspiration for this year's costume before highlighting what you can expect throughout the month of November.  Also NaNo memes because the internet.
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This Halloween I have decided to dress up as Brighid, celtic goddess/Catholic saint.  Yes, really.
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There are a few awesome stories about her, but my favorite one is when she pulled out her own eye to avoid being told she was beautiful so that people would stop giving her grief about not getting married.
Lindowyn
She is associated with fire, the hearth, the forge, medicine, animal husbandry, poetry, motherhood, arts and crafts, sacred wells, spring, high places, lilies, the color white... basically if you can think of it I'm sure there's a way she relates to it.  I think she is a great muse to channel as I start on Spitfire tonight at 12:01 am, so I'll be dressed as her for our NaNoWriMo party.  I'll post a pic in the comments if I get a good one.
Lewis Wayne Gallery
I love metaphors, so for the month of November I'll be writing about things that writing is like.  WriteByNight did a great post on top Google returns for "Writing is like..." going down the alphabet.
Hillary DePiano
That's fun, but I plan on fleshing out four metaphors especially for the blog throughout the month of November.  There will be more NaNo memes, again, because the internet.
The Swords of the Ancients
If you haven't signed up for NaNoWriMo yet, now is the time.  Now is the time to get that book idea you've been ruminating on out on paper.  Go to www.nanowrimo.org, make a profile, create a novel, and tomorrow on November 1st, start writing!  Also, add me as a buddy.
Olivia Fuller
We both know the answer.  Can't wait to see all the literary abandon going on next month!

Edit 11/01/14:  So I can't post it as a comment, but here's me as Brighid.





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