|It's like this,except there's coffee to go along with the cigarettes.|
November is coming. A few of you long time readers know what that means.
But for those who don't, every year I participate in National Novel Writing Month. The point of National Novel Writing Month is to write a 50,000 word novel, in the month of November.
Some people, hilariously, think their novels will get published and won't let anyone see them lest they screw themselves over when it comes to scoring a big payday* with a publishing company. Or they're worried that someone will find their novel and steal it and, I dunno, not sell any copies of it for the Kindle. Others are ashamed of what they've written and never let their gloriously unrefined, high-velocity fiction see the light of day.
However, I am either exceptionally hardy, or spectacularly stupid, and blog my complete novels every year in all of their unedited glory.
This will be my eighth year participating. I'm getting somewhat good at it now. I'll just assume that you want to follow along, so here's a link to the shiny new blog I've set up for this novel. Go on over and bookmark it or subscribe. The fun starts on November 1.
Shoot, I almost forgot to mention, this novel will feature Death. She rides a motorcycle.
*Insert hysterical laughter here. Big money from fiction... Did you know that the average new novel by someone whose name is not J.K. Rowling, Stephen King, or Dan Brown sells 3 copies? And two of those are sold to the author's mom. The third one is inevitably bought by someone who was confused and thought they were buying a novel written by one of the three previously mentioned writers. Also, I made up those statistics right now.