November's cool days

November is here and the frosty winds of winter have visited. Snow has fallen atop my cabbage plants, and the rest of my yard. Hopefully the early sprinkling of flakes will not kill the few plants left that are still producing some fruit. It would be nice if this chill would be a temporary one for a little bit longer.
I began my writing for National Novel Writing Month yesterday, and it'll be quite the challenge for me. It's a lot to sit still and pen so many words at once. I think I'll have a better chance of completing the goal this year.........However, I haven't set a word limit......We'll see. So far I've penned over 5,200, words which is a phenomenal start. If I can continue at this pace I may have a story/novel unfolding. In the midst of this chaos these two days I submitted another poetry manuscript and it would be nice to see my words appear in another publication.
My piece "Homage to Kafka" is in the Penisula Poet's poetry chapbook, and I'm happy with the placement therein. That poem is actually one of my favorites, and a piece that some do not understand. I may write more regarding Kafka's works, and even do another version at some point, if, I am so inclined.
Going back to the Downriver Council for the Arts was nice as I was able to absorb the artwork and poetry once again. I need to go back and record it further as I put a lot of effort into my pieces for this show. I am a gallery artist, luminary artist, and contributing writer/poet. I also contributed many photos to the powerpoint presentation that I want to view again. Since the topic of the exhibit is quite serious, I felt it appropriate to actually use a cemetery photo for my art. I didn't have enough time to frame my grave stone rubbings and put it together as a collage. I plan on doing that at some point, and capturing the essence of what I feel is "The Field of Grass" as this unmarked cemetery with no identifying markers is just that, wide open. Finding the eight inch bricks with only a number etched upon them is quite the task. Some are buried deep into the ground with an abundance of grass and overgrown weeds surrounded by massive pine trees.
I think that reflecting upon this piece of history will make me a better writer and artist. I am moved to explore it further, and create more art and literary works.