November is well upon us (how the hell did that happen?) and accordingly I received a reminder mail the other week from NaNoWriMo. I was seriously intending to enter it this year. Alas, as things transpire, I’ve too much else to accomplish.
Maybe I’ll do it solo in a few months. Or I’ll enter next November. Perhaps I’ll do both. We’ll see.
Chris Baty‘s book arrived from Amazon a little while ago. It looks pretty good.
I’d developed quite an intricate concept for my novel. But then I decided it had become too intricate (and I was too attached) to throw it away on some zany disposable speed-writing project.
So I conceived an alternative premise, which I could take less seriously: a pornographic work starring Neurocam‘s poly-talented enquiries and admin wunderkind Ludmila Jones. She says she’s looking forward to reading it.
