That's right, I'm writing a novel in November.
It's part of a totally silly contest, called National Novel Writing Month. During the next month, I, along with 125,000 other crazy people, will attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in a month. That's short, for a novel, about the length of Lord of the Flies.
I heard about the competition last year, when Elliot was new, and everything about being an at-home parent was half over-whelming and half mind-numbing.
A year later, I'm in the groove of parenting small children (mostly). Other people strive to run a marathon. For me, writing a novel has always been a "some day" goal. With my 30th birthday looming ahead, now is the time to do it. Also, when I go back to work someday, I really, REALLY won't have any time.
So instead of blogging, naptimes will be used for crafting a story about a group of disenchanted urbanite professionals who flee the city during a major flu pandemic and struggle to survive not only the illness, economic crash, and panic that accompanies it, but life with minimal technology and outside leadership.
I've written several future-dated posts, to keep the blog going, and I'll post cute pictures whenever I get a chance.
You can keep track of my progress in the little blue box at the right. Peer pressure and an artificial deadline are necessary for a committed procrastinator like me!
Wish me luck!
Gems worth Re-Reading
About Growing Baby Doing Good Together Elliot Rose Family Rituals Fie Flora and Fauna For the Love of Learning Greenish In My Opinion Just for Laughs Just for Me Making Tinkles Maya Mindfulness Mmm... So Tastey NaNoWriMo News of the Day Noveling Photo Friday Sewing Sisterly Love Sweet Dreams The Chicken Ladies the end Tonsils We like to Move It Move It Wonderment