Bright Clothes For Winter

Borrowdale from the slopes of Grayrigg Forest, Stephen Dawson, 2004

In my few years of writing on the internet, I've typically taken a break for one month of the year. October appears to have been that month.

My current writing block is afflicting introductions. I could write the rest of the post and then do the intro, but I dislike the break in flow when read back. As a result, I simply haven't written much in October that wasn't already drafted in September. I also have an aversion to publishing anything with less than 500 words.

Through October I've been working on prij.9ax.net (Untitled), preparing pages for forthcoming material. In the past two weeks my linguistics project has received attention after 18 months of neglect. Additionally, I hope to complete two short stories for the New Year - one of which will be a reworking of a piece I wrote 5 years ago in 4th Year English.

Anyway, I went up to the cemetery again on Thursday. I figured a funeral must have taken place when a procession of 30 cars passed by, and stood on the large knoll watching the grave being filled in. I went back into the wooded areas to watch the wildlife.

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