This morning I was skimming Facebook when I noted a very strange word in a friend’s status: NaNoWriMo.
Turns out that it stands for National Novel Writers’ Month.
Basically, you have a month to write a 50,000 word novel. I have often thought, with the amount of words I put into this blog, I could probably be writing a novel. So… I’m going to give myself a month, and see if I can do this.
This doesn’t mean that I’m going to stop writing on the Binge, or stop watching TV. In fact, I watched last night’s “Mad Men.” It was amazing. Amazing. The Kennedy assassination happened an episode before I expected it, and that gave it an extra-surprising punch. I cried. Okay? I cried.
So I’m working on this novel thing this morning. I’ll try to write a little bit about “Mad Men” later. Okay? Okay.
I still love you. I just need to spread my wings and… try?
Oh barf, that was so corny, you’d think I ate candy corn for breakfast. (I didn’t! Give me a little bit of credit, here.)