On the scale of 1 to 12, NO-vember has to be my worst month: the most cloudy of the year at my location, cold (the onset of winter), and dark. Very depressing. I can't believe that I was born in such a dismal time of the year. Sometimes, the month can just be another addition to Fall, but this year here, winter descended like a curtain with snow on Nov. 9. And despite remaining healthy, I feel like an old bear frequently, sleeping a lot of the time and feeling grumpy & lethargic. That SAD thing, you know? If I was a multimillionaire, I sure wouldn't be here this time of the year. As one of my stamps says appropriately, "I HATE winter." Jesus Christ never had to feel a -40 F wind chill in his face even, or walk of treacherous ice. So, I have to simply endure and struggle to keep warm alone.
No drawing done in NO-vember thus, and my 33-yr long sky watch can be history, as the Sun is "shutting down" regarding aurora at my latitude. Thus, the more severe winters to come. Glad to have gotten "Making the Grade" in here too, as I don't know anymore how much longer this old computer will work. The first portion of that story was written way back in 1984, and I resurrected it in 1989, expanding upon it. There are at least TWO more long stories to express here, if possible, but I do have life and time constraints. Another deviant has also suggested that I expand an idea involving BUBBLES. And yes, the idea / story IS in my head. I did after all write about the ri extensively by just discovering a picture of it in 1984. The water can't all belong to the mermaids after all. Winter is at least a good time to write, draw, or colorize anyway.
With EIGHT long stories of fiction down now anyway and being well beyond the fulfilling 1,000-deviation mark, I will soon decide to "mass sort" the drawings into 2 folders -- to make it easy for me and others to view them. First, another decade to finish from the end of "Making the Grade" with 3 more colorized drawings. Then, a decade of photography, and in 2015, another thriller story of fiction to bring out of the distant or recent past, to resurrect -- like I feel upon rising from under 3 layers of blankets in bed to fight the cold that always threatens this time of the year.