I have never really wanted to write a book. That being said, the folks at Macmillan who publish my podcast have been pushing the idea toward me. At some point, I will publish a House Call Doctor book.
But for some reason, I have been struck with the urge to join the whole NaNoWriMo thing. What is NaNoWriMo? It is National Novel Writing Month's webpage/contest or whatever you want to call it. The goal is to write a 50,000 word novel by the end of november. Why would I be struck with this urge? Don't I already have way too much to do? I am not sure what struck me -- although I suspect it might be some type of virus, or a conversion disorder from my past trauma with spider monkeys. Either makes complete sense to me.
Be that as it may, some of my energy is now directed toward writing a novel. What will this mean for the blog? Why are you pestering me with these questions? I have no idea. I will say that I am already at word 2334, and am starting to get into it. I won't tell you what it's about yet, but I will say that I mention an accordion and a sombrero in the first 1000 words. I doubt that the length of the writing will daunt me, as I can write 5000 words on foot fungus without batting an eye. My school excuses for kids at work are 2000 words. I am verbose.
So I pose the question to my fabulously creative readers: why not join me? Why not write your novel and we can all become deluded at fame and piles of money together? Why bother with the election and the state of healthcare when we can live in a fantasy world?
I vow to give a Golden Llama Award to any one of my readers who completes the NaNoWriMo challenge.
How's that for motivation?
It beats spider monkey flashbacks.
Here's my NaNoWriMo page: ?http://www.nanowrimo.org/eng/user/715495