National Novel Writing Month

I'm very impulsive in the morning and found myself signing up for NaNoWriMo It was like my mouse was working against me, filling in all the blanks on the sign-up page. I was half-way through my first cuppa and I just don't think I had anything to do with it. Somehow, I've committed to write a 50,000 word novel in one month.

I've put away A Twist of Rotten Silk for a bit. It/I need a rest. My NaNoWriMo novel is stuck with the ridiculous title of The Ropemaker's Friend or the Remarkable Adventures of Half-Hangit Maggie With the Story of her Life, Death and Life Again Found Herein, long and typical of the novels of the period. Well, it doesn't have to be my Mona Lisa - just has to be words to page. Gee, I wonder if the title counts in the final word count.

I look at it this way. 50,000 words is half the average-sized novel, so I've decided to see it as a very long summary, sans all the pretty shiny bits. If it turns out, I like the story, I can have fun adding the pretty shiny bits later.

Now to stock up on a months worth of food, hire a maid and fill the fridge with Red Bull. (I'm not sure what Red Bull is, but I hear it'll keep me awake.