It’s lunchtime on day two of NaNoWriMo, the 30 day project where people from around the world get jittery on caffeine together as they try to write a 50,000 word novel. I’m sat outside a petrol station feeling loose-footed and fancy-free. The reason? I’m 11,217 words in already.
The NaNoWriMo website predicts I will finish on 9th November at this rate. I couldn’t possibly but I do like the idea of it. I could take a couple of days break and then write another one. There’s a fantasy series I’ve wanted to start work on. I wonder if I could…
The reason it’s turned out to be so easy this year is that I am writing about my experiences of the Sahara Trek I took part in last month. It’s all very fresh and real. It just pours out and can only move as fast as my fingers.
I had hit 10k before we even took off from Gatwick. It’s turning out to be a lot funnier than I was expecting. I was aiming for a serious beatnik piece of literature on seeing the world and challenging the status quo and instead it’s my default of dick and fart jokes. Musn’t grumble though.
Good luck to everyone taking part. I’m looking forward to the meet up at The Alex tomorrow and hopefully getting on a write-in.
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