It’s not looking good. Day ten and I should be around 17,000 words when I’m at 3,721. Still, there is time. Time to recover – if I don’t bother working… or breathing… or – you get the drift.
Here, to add to my utter shame (wail at the self flagellation) is another view.
Either I will or I won’t. As I write I’m not that bothered, though I am well aware I can’t leave it a lot longer if I’m to get my mojo on. What the hell is mojo, anyway?
We’re fast approaching November, when, muse willing (or not), I shirk all responsibilty and think about not a lot else than writing 50,000 words.
It’s NaNoWriMo 2011!
The idea is to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. I know that 50,000 words actually constitutes a novella but, honestly, that’s splitting hairs. It’s all designed to get your inner Enid Blyton out – or Tom Sharpe, or J.K.Rowling, or whoever you have lurking in there.
Join in – you know you want to!