It's only a couple days until we start November. And I've signed up for NaNoWriMo, pledging to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.
I did this last year. And I have to admit, it was effective. My word vomit (formatted to look like a novel) has begun to take shape. Instead of it becoming a novel in the truest sense of the word, it has become a short story collection, wrapped within the adventure of a road trip to see the Northern Lights.
I'm calling it Trapped in the Badlands & Other Natural Disasters.
Singing Over the Bones, and it explores female myths and archetypes. I've got quite a few bones to sing over.
I've got a couple story ideas to chew on for the next month. But for the next four weeks, Badlands will sit and ferment. Which is good. It's helpful. It will show me the way through some subtly tricky plot points in a couple of the stories. Some personally painful stories.
Anyway, I'm off to write 50,000 words. I'll keep you all up to date about the progress.