Nano is Coming

No, Nano isn’t my Indonesian boyfriend as tempting as that sounds. It’s short for National Novel Writing Month.



You nice folks that have been reading my blogs for a while (God bless your little souls) are possibly familiar with this particular madness I insist on putting myself through every year. But you newbies might need a quick lesson.



Chris Baty founded this crazy idea about ten years a go and talked a few loony writers into joining him every year the month of November. We write a 50,000 word novel in thirty days and while that’s not a full novel it gets us well on our way to pert near having a book wrote.



He started out with a handful of his closest buds and somehow it snowballed from there into a huge thing that has even gotten famous authors like Stephen King and Debbie Macomber involved. Don’t bother trying to find them on the website they use a pseudonym making it impossible to recognize or so I’m told.



There’s something about a deadline that gets us off our fannies (or on it as the case is) to write our little hearts out.



Why pray tell am I sharing this tidbit of info with my blogging friends you may ask? Well I’ll tell you. Cause I might be so busy writing for real I might not post quite so many blogs next month and I don’t want y’all to think I’ve fallen off the face of the earth.



Last year I bombed. I thought I’d try my hand at romance since it’s such a booming market and I read so many of them. Turns out they are much harder to write than I first thought. I started out with a Welsh lover, that one petered out and then I started another one with a Native American lover and while I think that one has potential it didn’t go very far either and even with two stories I didn’t make my 50,000 mark.



This will be my fourth year doing NaNo. I made my quota the first two years. I have a much better idea and feel like I can make it for sure this go round.



My story is called Chinese Road Trip. It’s about a middle age Chinese man that loses his wife, buys an RV and decides to take a road trip cross country with his youngest son and his son's stowed away girlfriend. I figure there are all sorts of adventures that can happen with a story like that.



What the hell? There’s a song called Nano. Okay, y’all stop looking at her boobs and listen to the words. Oh I have no idea what she’s saying either. Lord, I hope it’s not nasty.