Novel writing starts tomorrow

No, I haven't been able to dissuade myself yet!

In Auckland, it’s more of an empty-streets ‘28 Days Later’ kind of Halloween rather than the tat-and-pumpkins sort. But that doesn’t mean it’s not scary.

Because tomorrow is November first, and I haven’t managed to dissuade myself from trying to write a novel.

So here we go. NaNoWriMo it is.

For the next thirty days, I’ll be trying to spit out 50,000 words — that’s about 1,667 a day. And it’s meant to be a reasonably coherent narrative too.

In positive news, I have landed on a synopsis:

Our hero discovers beer, saves a city, and founds the world's first pub. Despite the attention of the gods.

Fantasy that favours satire over satyrs.

Silliness and surrealism in the best traditions of Douglas Adams, Monty Python, and Terry Pratchett, but without the brilliance of any of them.

So if you see me wandering around in a daze, please add coffee.