now gimme something to write on.
Dust off your AST PowerExec laptop and your fancy clip-on trackball.
Less than two weeks until another installment of NaNoWriMo.
For those who don't know, NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. You get 30 days to eat turkey, visit the in-laws, shop for Christmas, and somehow hack out a 50,000 word novel.
I did it last year. I actually finished a book for the first time in I dunno how many false starts.
This year leaves me wondering if I should even bother -- let's compare:
Last year I had a stupid job which had me home most of the time.
Last year I had a pregnant wife who also wrote a novel while she continued being pregnant.
Last year I had a semi-fresh idea which I wasn't afraid to explore.
This year I have NO TIME. None. Time is extinct as far as I'm concerned.
This year we have a baby who requires LOTS OF ATTENTION. Giving attention to a baby is time consuming. Back up a few sentences if you forgot how much time is available.
This year I have a new slant on an old idea, but I'm scared of it because I've started and restarted it several times over the years and it never goes anywhere.
So yeah, write a book. Maybe I'll read it in my spare time.