Today marks the start of National Novel Writing Month. AKA, NaNoWrMo.
But I have no intention of writing a novel.
I have the intention to write as many frigging words as I can muster before the end of the month. It’s going to mean early morning and late nights. It will mean distracted cooking and hand cramps. Mostly I’ll write on the laptop, but when the words stall I’ll be back to pen and paper.
There. That’s another 75 words. Now 80. They all count, right?