So: November in a couple of days. 11 days until my birthday, 26 days until the fortnight of kid birthday bashings, and 2 months until the end of the year. And here's me in the midst of a Real Life (tm) driven writing lull. What to do? I'm finding the change in atmosphere from writing predominantly shorts to writing novels exclusively to be a bit of a bore. It's like work, and you know, I started writing as a way to avoid work. I need a way to stay focussed and avoid the lure of trashy true crime documentaries on Foxtel. Again, what to do?
Well, in this case, I've joined Nanowrimo. I generally view it as a bit of a joke, to be honest: a way for people to pretend they're real writers while purging their systems of the millions of bad words they need to get rid of before they can start learning the real lessons writing has to teach you. But, inspired by the example of Simon 'Hal Spacejock' Haines, who undergoes the program every year and now has (at least count) one hundred and seventy two Spacejock novels on the shelves, I've signed my name up and will spend the next month beavering away on new words. It's a bit like joining SFWA, in a way-- no practical use, really, but it'll give me something to focus on when the attention starts to slip sideways. I shan't be posting any buttons or regaling you all with wacky stories of how we all got together at midnight to count pages or whatever, but there it is.
So let's see how we go, shall we?