Let Me Tell You About Winds

It is November. This is a Bronte sort of day. What does that mean? It is windy, it is cold, someone is drinking, and everyone is writing.


November means one thing in blog world: NaBloPoMo, the biggest writing month of the year. As for my neck of the woods, we have just endured what has been described as ‘a dark and stormy night.’

Okay, so almost everyone is writing….Some of us are merely drinking coffee, mulling over hackneyed phrases even as we feel the strange sensation of hair raising at the back of our neck; yes, you guessed it. The dark and stormy gaze of H.W. Fowler has been turned wutheringly upon us. His acerbic, Heathcliffian fury rattles at our windows. Continue reading