Deb Lund ad lib

It’s blowing on Whidbey, and in November, the winds here often take out trees, power, and at times, even if we’re still plugged in, we lose our internet, especially here in the wild woods of Greenbank.

So, have at it! I’ll leave the interpretations up to you today:

Jump Ahead

Confront Values

Make it Larger than Life

Toy with Time

Face the Fear

Prolong Suspense

Head for a Fall

Ouch. That last one feels ominous with just days left to get up to 50,000 words in this National Novel Writing Month. It can make one NaNoNum.

May the Force be with you. But not the one howling outside my window.