Nanowrimo and November have come and gone in a month, in real life. Our planet (last time I checked it was still called Earth, in English at least) has moved around its star (the Sun in case you are wondering) in a discreet fashion. Our moon (Earth’s only satellite called in the aforementioned language the Moon, no comments here…) has shyly illuminated our cold and snowy nights. And everything happened in a blink of an eye for this humble ECReader Nanowriter who has been busy reading (whatever arrived from my Library Express), and writing (the famous 50,000 words). Time is inconsistent and subjective for people like me. It takes two years of my time to write 50 words, when for you gentle reader (don’t worry I haven’t forgotten to formally acknowledge you; it is just that for propriety’s sake I had to put some distance from you and the title) just mere minutes have ticked away in your watch. And while the whole world is rocked by I-said-that you said-that-I-said leaks about human stupidity, I am thankfully (hence the season) far away, engaged in a long journey to infinity and beyond. Nevertheless, it would be nice to have company along the road. Said that, I humbly hope you enjoy my writing, gentle reader.