Ready to Write?

Sort of. National Novel Writing Month starts in a week. I have a tentative . . . okay a solid plot idea, something I can run with. I haven't mapped it out or developed it in any way except in my mind, but I think I can make it work. I have so many other things going on, so we'll see what happens to my daily word count starting November 1. I like to write my yearly 50,000-word novel at night, which is also when I like to sleep. I'm barking mad I tell you!

I'm sort of, kind of, mildly excited about nanowrimo this year, and I'm open to creative and kooky ways to boost that excitement before next Sunday when the writing begins. I must warn you that I HAVE been a little off this past week or two. Not that being off actually relates to writing 50,000 words in a month, alone, in the dark, with that oh-so-fabulous laptop-glow illuminating my madness . . . er . . . excitement for passers-by or an indifferent husband to shake a solemn head at and to wonder if I'm brilliant or barking mad. By off I mean I've been making careless mistakes . . . in front of people no less, and I've basically made a fool of myself . . . in public! Ack! I really hate the inadequate feeling that goes along with such a public display of ineptitude. I've started taking a daily multivitamin, so that should help.