It’s that time of year again, when all other creative endeavors get shunted to the sideline, tied off lest they bleed into my unconscious while all my free energies go toward one goal: writing a novel in November.
I wrote one last year, coming in just over the 50,000 word marker on November 29th. It wasn’t exactly finished, and I haven’t touched it since, but there were extenuating experiences at the time. I fell in love with fellow NaNo novelist (now girlfriend) Anne.
This year I’m planning on adding to the world I started in Pawsgaard with the Guineawick Tales. The story I have in mind is a little too long for a short story, and I really don’t want my ideas for the world to fade away.
Anyway, I’m pumped, and I can’t wait for whatever surprises are in store for me this year!