“Whoa,” I thought. “It’s November already?”
Not really, but close enough that Starbucks has started stocking pretty much every drink/pastry you could make out of pumpkin. Which means, yeah, November, month of
post-midterm, pre-finals, early Christmas season, writing a novel in thirty days, and astronomic stress levels gorgeous autumn leaves, crisp fall air, and festive family Thanksgivings is nearly upon us.
And yes, I’m planning on embarking on another crazy adventure this November. Thanks to my friend’s prompting, I’ve started thinking about a plot, and getting together a rough outline, because trust me, hammering out 1667 words on Thanksgiving in a turkey-induced stupor while you hide under your bed to escape familial expectations of holiday involvement is difficult enough without having to scramble for plot points.
You may think this is too early to start thinking about November
ravings of an insane writer literary projects, but I’m the one who started Christmas shopping August 1st. I turn into a gibbering wreck if I don’t plan for things months in advance.
And so I ask the question: Who else is looking forward to spending countless autumn hours hunched over their keyboards, typing away like rabid monkeys while neurotically checking your word count every two words (hint: it’s two more words than it was last time you checked)?But really, it’s about 15 tons of fun, and at the end of it, you get to say, “What did I do this year? Oh, I wrote a novel; what did you do?” 😛