It’s that time of year again – the annual adventure in noveling known as NaNoWriMo. That’s short for National Novel Writing Month, by the way. It’s a 30-day exercise in finger cramps and overcaffeination, created to help novelists of all ages and experiences get a book drafted.
50,000 words in 30 days.
Crazy? Of course.
Impossible? Of course not. I’ve done it for the past two years.
Naturally, the output of those two months of fictional insanity are not yet fit for publication. There are typos to correct, scenes to flesh out, all that editorial stuff to be done. Not to mention figuring out how to put a hoop dancer on the book covers.
Still, I have two fantasy novels waiting for their baby sister to arrive so they can be loosed upon the world. Two novels I wouldn’t have if not for NaNoWriMo. Soon to be three novels.
This means I’ll be concentrating on the work in progress for the next few weeks. No book reviews, no blog chain post. Just the random musings of a frazzled Wrimo needing to vent. You’ve been forewarned.
See you November 30…
P.S. – The photo is a webcam shot of me after a TOT session last night with the nieces and nephew. Of course, by the time November’s over, I may want to go Goth full time…