Campfire Chat #3: Madness
I’m going on a bit of a hiatus for November – like a damn fool-slash-epic genius, I’ve signed up for National Novel Writing Month. The plan is to finally write this novel that I’ve had stewing around in the old brain pan for about a year. It could have been a sign of uncanny foolishness, but I think that a bit of applied pressure is just what I need to at least have a good go at it.
So, have a lovely November without me. I’ll be slaving away over a hot goulash of raw idea while the Southern Hemisphere begins it’s shimmy into summertime, and any Northerners out there begin having dreams of snowshoes and mittens. But I’ll be back in December, with more random choices from the bookshelf and other junk as I see fit. I’ve just started reading Carlito’s Way by Edwin Torres in preparation for December, which is a teeny tiny little book, but should make for interesting reading, since I know that movie like the back of my hand.
Wish me luck then. I’m off. But I’ll see you again in December, slightly more deranged than usual. Hopefully it will be deranged with success rather than utter disillusionment, but you know, better to have tried and failed… blah blah blah. Ahh. Novel writing. Somehow I think I’ll fit right in.