Dear November,
Do you ever have a fantastic outfit and you want to go out everywhere and relish the excellent composition of the clothes on your body that day? Today was one of those days. But honestly, I didn't 'going out everywhere' would be the dentist's office.
There are three types of people in this world: those who dislike dentist appointments, those who do not attend dentist appointments, and those who are a little insane. I like to believe I fall in the first category. But, by most terms, today wasn't all that bad.
Now, no one wants to hear about boring dentist appointments. Least of all you.
What would you think to see that people have personified November and dedicated letters to you? Are you like Neil Gaiman's version at all? By a campfire, I'd like to think you'd tell the stories that unhinge people, that set them off but so they can't tell what exactly it is, that keep them craving for more until they're delirious with hunger for something substantial. I love those kind of stories. That's exactly how I want to write.
Tell, me, November, am I succeeding?
YOU ARE READING
dear november
No FicciónThis is a compilation of letters I wrote daily during the month of November, starting November fourth, skipping one day? two days? and ending on November 30th. Originally done on Polyvore, by @writingtips' and @smileylina 's suggestion, who got the...
