All Or Nothing : Wherein I Become Increasingly Unrealistic

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October 04, 2006

Wherein I Become Increasingly Unrealistic

Here's the plan. I am going to write a book. I just got really bored with my pampered lifestyle of soap operas and Godiva chocolates and thought that surely I ought to find something more constructive to do with all my ample free time. Plus, one of the Things I Want To Do Before I Die is write a novel.

Now, I realize that saying things like I want to "get into freelancing" and "write a novel" (imagine me saying this in a high tone with a British, nasally accent) is not unlike writing home to Mom announcing that I am moving to LA because I'm gonna be a real-live movie star! And I'm gonna make lots of money and be totally famous and stuff!

However, since I have never been one to be daunted by impossible goals and improbable dreams, I am going to write a book. And I'm going to write it in one month's time. And! It's going to be at least 175 pages long. Yes, I am participating in NaNoWriMo. So you can stop considering me fit for the crazy house because I did not come up with the write-a-novel-in-a-month concept. Nor the page number or word count guidelines. But I think it's a great idea, and I am excited to try it.

So who's with me?

Anyone? Anyone? No?

Well, either way, I will let you know how it goes. Or doesn't go, as people who brazenly walk into the aforementioned impossible goals and improbable dreams often find happens.