Just signed up for NaNoWriMo. Silly me. I sincerely really don’t have time to take part in this annual event filled with fun fun fun. And yet I’m gonna go for it. Cos who needs sleep? Apparently, I don’t. And who needs ulcers? Apparently, I do.
But since I don’t fit the profile of a hip young kid feeling right at home in the local café, cosily grouped with a bunch of other hip young kids, teeming with self-assured writer’s creativity, I will not bother anyone else with my WIP. At least I will not do that.