Yes, it’s that time of the year again.
I thought about it last year, but the thought went ‘meh’. I wasn’t ready. Clearly.
This year is a different kettle of goats.
I. Am. Doing. It.
The only handicap I have is that I am away on holiday last week of November.
That probably means I won’t write 50,000 words in a month. I haven’t a hope.
I didn’t have a hope anyway given I write with the frantic speed of a snail.
Still, I am going to write as much as I can over the three weeks I have, make a final dash for the finishing line of the first draft.
So, until the beginning of December, I bid you all farewell.
And if you are taking part in the thirty day writing marathon, I wish you the very best of luck.