Saturday 1 November 2014

Nano

It's November and it can mean only one thing - no not Christmas decorations, not putting away the summer gear and getting out the winter (winter comes late here in Cyprus and then mostly it's just a ghost) - no November means Nanowrimo.
Thirty days to write and write and write. Permission to write rubbish, freedom to wander down any old path, no detention if you mix tenses or throw in a few cliches. It's like skinny dipping on a warm summer night in the sea of words. Bliss.
I've decided to forget everything I've written so far about my novel of a thousand names and write as if it is a whole new story.
Any suggestions or tips on how to gag, sedate, make disappear a husband and his I-need-you-along social life would be greatly appreciated.