It’s not my fault…

It’s not my fault. The beautiful weather we’ve been having around these parts fooled me.

I didn’t realize that National Novel Writing Month is just six days away. Except for the beautiful colored leaves, it doesn’t even feel like fall, much less like almost-November. I haven’t prepared at all. 

So, fair warning, folks. I am going to participate this year, and I am going to generate fifty-thousand words in thirty days from November 1 to November 30. I’ll share my work here as I go, as usual.

But it’s going to be messy. It’s going to be rough. It’s going to be, well, messy and rough. (See? Already practicing unnecessary word repetition just to get back in the saddle.)

I think, although I am not certain, that it will begin as a sequel to last year’s The Law of Immediate Forgiveness.  

But I am almost certain it won’t end there.

Bwahahahahahahaha!

(Hey, if I divide those up, I’d get more words, right? Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!)