I can’t believe I am thinking of doing this. Does everyone know what NaNoWriMo is? National Novel Writing Month, and it’s November. Thirty days of blank looks at the husband when he asks what’s for dinner and I drag myself out of my make-believe world, unaware it’s past supper time. Thirty days of cold pizza, burnt hamburgs, pots of coffee, frantic typing and bleery-eyed morning. It’s total immersion in story, it’s writing frenzy and the growing word count. I’m not sure I can do it this year. I’m working full-time, trying to clean up an old farm-house, taking a night credit course and I like to eat daily. So does the husband. And did I mention grand-children who like to play with their Nanny? Oh, my and oh, well.
I start tomorrow. It’s in the category of women’s fiction and I will try to update occasionally.






