My normal fall insanity has been replaced by a lockout. So, aside from indulging in the usual melancholia and existential torment, what am I to do with myself? I could take part in more photographic nightmares, but I want to be insane, not suicidal.
It was up to my writer’s group to propose a solution. And it was not speed dating for SF geeks, though I am participating in such an event. No, I am taking part in NaNoWriMo. If you are reading a blog in the modern internet age, you should know all about this event.
I will focus my efforts on Ivre for the duration. Right now, I’m 47K into draft zero. I still have a ways to go before I get near the end threads, so I’m hoping this will bring me closer to a conclusion. But really, it’s so I can go through my own version of Bastogne with my writer’s group. A little esprit de corps, but without being shot in the backside or watching trees explode.
Progress will be tracked here. If I’m at 97k on Ivre, I’ve succeeded. If not, well, then we shall see what has resulted.
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