Greetings on this most hallowed eve
Tonight is a very special night. There are gatherings of people across the globe, there is much madness, there are cackles and whoops at midnight. There are witches and vampires and ghosts, and myriads of other supernatural creatures, all springing into life.
For tonight is- The Start of NaNoWriMo!
Pens are poised everywhere (except of course those countries to the east who are already experiencing the chaos) and plots are being fine-tuned (or abandoned). This year I mean business. I am going to win! Essays will not stand in my way, nor illness or the evil lure of the internet. I have a plot, and from it I shall craft beautiful madness.
Except I've gone and done a silly thing and agreed to go to a Halloween party at the campus club with my flatmates. I am therefore missing the midnight kick-off as I will be dancing in a sea of pointed hats and plastic fangs. I know which one of those two things I'd rather be involved in, but last night someone turned my brain off and I have bought a ticket. However, to rectify this grave mistake, it will be fingers to the keyboard the moment I come home, and I shall type until my fingers bleed (or until I fall asleep drooling on my desk, whichever comes first).
Good luck to everybody taking part this year. I hope it is a fun and fruitful month. And hello to Lily and her band of writers taking on Birmingham tonight; I'm sorry I can't be there with you!
For tonight is- The Start of NaNoWriMo!
Pens are poised everywhere (except of course those countries to the east who are already experiencing the chaos) and plots are being fine-tuned (or abandoned). This year I mean business. I am going to win! Essays will not stand in my way, nor illness or the evil lure of the internet. I have a plot, and from it I shall craft beautiful madness.
Except I've gone and done a silly thing and agreed to go to a Halloween party at the campus club with my flatmates. I am therefore missing the midnight kick-off as I will be dancing in a sea of pointed hats and plastic fangs. I know which one of those two things I'd rather be involved in, but last night someone turned my brain off and I have bought a ticket. However, to rectify this grave mistake, it will be fingers to the keyboard the moment I come home, and I shall type until my fingers bleed (or until I fall asleep drooling on my desk, whichever comes first).
Good luck to everybody taking part this year. I hope it is a fun and fruitful month. And hello to Lily and her band of writers taking on Birmingham tonight; I'm sorry I can't be there with you!