Not one of my best ideas

As if I hadn’t enough much more urgent things to do, I just went ahead and signed up for NaNoWriMo this year. (In case you’ve never heard of that: that’s the thing were you have to write a 50.000 word novel in one month. November, to be precise.)

I don’t know what possessed me, but for the last couple of days I felt like I absolutely had to do this, and since I act upon every stupid idea I get here I am, an official participant in this whole novel writing frenzy. Great. Just what I needed, really.

Since I have never done that before, I have no idea what to expect and if I even have a chance to succeed. But I guess half the fun is finding that out.

Did I mention that I have no clue whatsoever what I might write a novel about?

But then again, there’s still time. The whole thing only starts tomorrow, so maybe I’ll come up with the killer plot idea tonight in my sleep. Not bloody likely, though.

Anyway, I just wanted to mention that in case I can’t be bothered to post anything here in the next 4 weeks. I’m not dead, I’m just writing. Probably. Or I’m hiding from my own stupid ideas. Or something.