I signed up for Nanowrimo and then promptly decided to pretend it never happened. I even sent out query letters (something I haven't done for months) because maybe, just maybe, I'd get a fabulous assignment that would work as an excuse as to why I'm not meeting the word count or would explain the mess of a story I'll be churning out.
In other words. I'm in denial. But hey, it's not like I've signed a contract or anything. I don't have to do it.
Imagine my surprise when I open up the Sunday paper and read this.
I guess I can't back out now.
So here I am, five days away from Nov. 1st, and all I have is an idea. No outline. No real plot to speak of. I can't even decide on names for the characters. Needless to say, I'm not the type to plan ahead.
This is hard.