A Month of Literary Abandon

I greet you from a stone manor filled with plastic rats, floggers, chocolate cake and perverts. And adorable people.

There will be talk of this later. For now, I’m just going to talk about stuff going on in November.

I’m doing NaNoWriMo! I will be writing about fourteen-year-old boys and magic. Fourteen-year-old boys who do not get raped by werewolves. I doubt I’ll be talking about it much; I think it might/will get dull. Still, I’m making a NaNoWriMo filter. Comment to be added! Do you want to hear about progress and characters and stuff? Or are you doing it yourself? Maybe we can just whine at each other in comments. I’ve never done this before, so I don’t know how it’ll turn out.

SECOND. I will still be posting in November, every day. Because November is Britian’s National Poetry Month. So every day, I’m going to post a favourite poem of mine. And probably some squee underneath about how I LOVE IT OMG, which might be funny if I post some sober Thomas Hardy or something.

This is opt-in, not opt-out poetry. If you want to be on the filter (incidentally, I don’t know how to make the filters work, but I’m sure I’ll work it out) then comment! POETRY.

National Poetry Month: Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda

Here’s my first National Poetry Month post! I absolutely adore this one. Dedicated to creatore_magico, who mentioned this poem (which I was already planning to post) as a favourite; and to bryoneybrynn, who introduced me to it, and is the reason I now own a Pablo Neruda collection. :)

( Sonnet 17 by Pablo Neruda )