I'm not sure why, but I've just signed up for NaNoWriMo.
I'm not even sure I fully understand what it's about. I mean, I understand the point is to write 50,000 words before midnight on the 30th November. I get that. But why oh why did I just decided that such a venture would apply to me?
What the effing hell have I just done?
I've always proclaimed that despite loving to write, I don't have a novel in me.
I don't even have a frigging idea for a plot. I can't actually remember what the last novel I read was (woah, I just typed wrote instead of read there....maybe that was a sign?)
But I've been reading over some of my old posts lately and they're not that bad...they read quite well. So I know I can actually, erm, you know, write (in the loosest sense of the word).
So hard can it be right? It just 1,666 words per day. It doesn't have to be a work of genius. It's just a bit of fun...right?
Oh lordy lordy.