Halloween

So, today is October 31st. Also known as Halloween, Monday, the anniversary of James and Lily Potter's deaths, and the day when your doorbell gets killed by kids with candy fetishes.


Sure, these descriptions are all relevant to me. But the biggest title I'm giving today?


The day before NaNoWriMo.


As some (or possibly a scant few) of you know, NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month, and I'm am taking on the completely insane (but really, was I that sane to begin with?) task of writing a 50k novel in a mere 30 days. Half of me (the half that is slightly insane) is excited for this challenge, ready to jump on the test with a fierceness and ferocity that would make a professional power-writer throw away his computer in a flight of jealous rage.


And then there's the half of me that's seriously considering hiding in a closet all month.


I have a general idea of what I'm writing about, sure. But when it comes down to everything, I'm a little freaked out. I spent all day today with a notebook and pencil at my side, jotting down my random bursts of inspiration, from a glinting crown in a dark tunnel to a ball room where my protagonist (a curious, fierce girl named Lana) just happens to kiss her enemy.


Ah, well.


My cousin (you can find her here with an equally freaked-out blog post) and I made wages, so that I if I fall short in my power-writing, 50k-word goal, I have to do something of her choosing. Knowing her, it'll probably be something like making me eat a plate-full of onions, and that's one way to get my inspired.


Well, I have to go put on gobs of eye makeup to make me look like a scary demon so I can scare kids tonight.


So, goodbye, Happy Halloween, and good luck to anyone crazy enough to do NaNoWriMo!


Oh, and just a warning, for the next month, be prepared to be bombarded with frustrated and slightly hysterical posts as I try to not drown in the run-on sentence that I'll attempt to pass off as my novel.