Well, it's that time of year again. It's cold (downright freezing, in fact), people are worrying about their costumes, trick-or-treating, and how much they're going to drink at so-and-so's frat party. And all around the world, writer's are frantically typing up their final minute drafts and outlines for National Novel Writing Month, affectionately called NaNoWriMo.
My novel plotting is going swimmingly. Husband (eloped back in April) and I went to Busch Gardens Williamsburg at the beginning of October. Somewhere between listening to him swear he was going to divorce me after riding Griffon to me screaming as the ceiling dropped down on me in a maze, my year and a half long bout of writer's block came to an end. We spent two hours on our way to pick up Little Miss talking about it, then continued to talk about it on our way home, and haven't stopped talking about it since. Needless to say, I am PUMPED.
I don't think I've ever been this excited over NaNoWriMo. I actually feel like I stand a chance in breaking through the 50,000 word limit and pushing on to the other side. And for the first time, I actually have someone who's supporting me and willing to deal with the fact that I won't get any housework done during the month of November. I even have a title, and that in and of itself is a miracle. (Of course, Husband helped me with the title because I am terrible at creating them).
So, good luck to all my fellow WriMos, whether you read this or not. I wish all of you a pleasant writing lots of caffeine. May writer's block stay away from your novel and your plot bunnies never stray.
