Reflecting this morning after the Thanksgiving I enjoyed with my family yesterday, I realize November is my favorite month of the year. I love the colors, the scents, the food, the California weather, and coming together.
November feels different than other months to me. I love the symbolism of the coming winter solstice. For although I wish the days lasted forever, I feel an ache of anticipation for new beginnings.
New beginnings, November leads to December. Then, because my school calendar breaks for winter, I look forward to being at home writing the rough beginnings of a new play. Other months do not seem to gift me the same opportunity.
New beginnings, as I realize I’ve got a 10-minute play selected for publication and a second short in consideration for another. I’ve got a musical (or play with music) in consideration for a 2013 production. Another play is being read by two theater companies.
Many of my bounties are dreams and will remain there of this I am quite aware. However, I have been writing plays for over ten years now, and I’m getting better at it. My themes are expanding beyond myself and beginning to take on a global scope.
I haven’t met up with most of you for a while due to time, distance, and disability. However, I always look forward to my turn as blogger so I can in some small way communicate with you. I write this post with the hope that your Thanksgiving is as quietly joyful, reflective, and filled with a million bounties.