Permission Granted

For the month of November I have granted myself permission to:

not read,
not blog,
not expect too much of myself.

Ahem, well...

Reason being - NaNoWriMo

I'm writing a noVEL.  Well, at the very least I am writing.  50,000 words in a month.  That's the goal.

I told a friend the other day that I was writing three novels that somehow have gotten all interwoven and therefore would need a killer editor to unwind my mess.  The response I got?  Why not one big ass novel.

Yes, why not?

Permission also granted - by Anne Lamott (oh alright, indirectly as in Bird by Bird) for a shitty first draft.  Let's just call it one shitty big ass first draft.  And leave it at that until at least December.

So glad we agree.

A Break in the Rope

Had a really great string going there - book after book, after book I read straight through.

Then about a month or two of not even browsing.  Ok maybe a browse - but at the pace of a page a day - it's hardly worth mentioning.  Inspire me.

Great book - come to me, I am ready to read.

ps - Harry Potter is in the closet across from the cedar closet, now that I think of it perhaps I should have chosen the olfactory benefits across the hall.