So. It’s October. If memory serves, that means next month is November. Which means it’s time to start thinking about National Novel Writing Month again. I sort of finished it in 2006, and I didn’t try it at all in ’07 or ’08. In 2007, I had a baby in November. That cut into the writing time somewhat. Last year I didn’t have an excuse, really, other than birthdays and illness and Thanksgiving (oh my!). This year, my excuse could be that I don’t have a computer. Except that I do have a computer. It’s just old. But I think it does have word-processing functionality. And no Internet, which would probably be a plus.

Maybe I don’t have an excuse not to participate. Do I need an excuse? No. I know that. But I kind of want to try it again. Fifty thousand words. That’s 1,667 words a day. I don’t know if I have that many words in my brain. Maybe I ought to stop this dithering and see if I can come up with a plot.

Or maybe I’ll just use the random plot generator:

Steel Underground
He was an old man’s man, who had a a face people liked to punch and an ability to control the minds of the weak. She was a big hearted psychopath who designed the Vauxhall Viva and yearned for tainted meat. Together they travelled to another world. Fighting inhuman fiends and helping the aged.