Thoughts about nanowrimo
I’ve got exactly 23 hours and 50 minutes until NaNoWriMo starts. Now I know I was under the influence of muscle relaxants (they hit me like a ton of bricks–so do antihistamines and dramamine1, which I guess is an antihistamine. And we won’t get into the really messed up dreams I get off Claritin), and I have no obligation to actually do it. But I’ve still got absolutely no idea what I’m going to write about.
I’m not overly concerned about the time of it–I’ve been in college for awhile, and I can write five-page papers (essentially what this is) quickly, not that they’d be any good, though2. So I guess I’ll give it the old college try (pardon the pun), and see how it goes. If it gets to be too much, I can always ditch it in favor of other things.
1 Hey, it works! I’m not being profusely seasick, if I’m dead to the world, asleep.
2 The goodness of the final work, I gather, isn’t the point.