Another year, another NaNoWriMo.
In 2006 I scraped just over 50,000 words out of my head, and I did it by the seat of my pants: by the skin of my teeth: by the hair on my chiny chin chin. Which is not to say I didn't have fun. I did. Lots of it.
This year, come hell or high water, I will be doing it again, but with organisation! See the difference? Fair enough, you don't. But it's there as an underlying worse'name. I'm a 'Pantser' and proud of it. But for once I think I'd like a little direction.
During October I'm going to be plotting - yeah right. Okay, honestly: during October I'm going to be trying to plot, and then ...!