Impending insanity.

Austin continues to be delightfully autumnal (at long last).

I’m gearing up for participation in National Novel Writing Month (aka NANOWRIMO) this November, a form of madness in which one attempts to generate at least 50,000 words of creative fiction in thirty days. I participated in 2009 and spawned the doomed novella Autobiography of a Tick (what with the vampire craze, it only seemed right to present a counterpoint from the perspective of the less glamorous bloodsuckers), which won the Boise NANOWRIMO chapter’s contest for the best first line:

I am a tick; ticks are not glamorous like vampires.

I dwell on this small victory herein because I realize it’s highly unlikely that I will successfully complete NANOWRIMO this time around (success being defined in this case as writing the requisite number of words, which is the beauty of NANOWRIMO—concerns for quality go out the window, freeing one up for a writing frenzy unfettered by the inner critic), what with the forty-hours-weekly gig, and the extracurriculars, not to mention my fondness for showering and sleep.

But! By golly, I’m going to try—and who knows? I might even end up with a working (if appalling) first draft of something.

We’ll see!

I think I’m going to be a pause for Halloween. This will consist of waiting an uncomfortable amount of time to respond if anyone asks me what I’m supposed to be, before saying, “A pause.”

What can I say—this costume is within my price range.