Well it is November 30 and it is the last day of NaNoWriMo. Between the election and me moving to Mineral Point, Wisconsin I have haven’t been able to finish my memoir. I was going to try to spend the last three days pumping out words on my new Notebook computer, but I got off the train sick. So I have been sleeping the last few days. I want to publish my book if I just can write it. I pulled an oracle card today and it said to start something new. I don’t know if it means to abandon my book or what.
As a kid, I would go up north to the Stockbridge-Munsee band of Mohican reservation in Shawano, Wisconsin and visit my Mohican Grandmother Gardner. My younger sister Sassafras and I would sit in the backseat of our white station wagon as we rode for four hours to Grandma’s house from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Our Pow Wow is traditionally in August. The picture shows my cousin Marie dressed in her regalia. While there I was five years old when I received a beautiful turquoise and rainbow beaded bracelet from my Grandmother Gardner. I immediately put it on and wonder of she made it since she does beadwork and had been teaching me to do beadwork on the loom. I remember it was a sunny warm day and running in the forest chasing my cousins. Suddenly, I looked down and noticed that my bracelet was missing. I didn’t have it for even one day. I felt like I lost a precious heirloom. Now when I go to Pow Wows I always look at other bracelets looking for bracelets that look like mine. I never have found my bracelet again it was original.
I agree with you Wil Wheaton. I started November writing my memoir “Mohican Forever! as part of the NaNoWriMo challenge to write 50,000 words in November. I started out strong with 10,000 words but then I hit a massive writer’s block when the election came on Nov 8. I was so upset they announced Trump President Elect though he lost the popular vote to Hillary. I stopped writing my memoir. I was flooded with shock and rage as I laid in bed thinking this was a bad dream. Then I read on social media all the people who were just upset as I was. I have never seen such an enormous cloud of despair that befall the country as I was.