So I signed up for NaNoWriMo this year. For all of you who do not know, that stands for National Novel Writing Month. Which is November. The idea is that you join a whole bunch of other wordsmiths and try and write a fifty thousand word novel in the month of November. I normally try and write fifteen hundred words a day and that actually will put me a little short. I need about one thousand six hundred and seventy to make the mark.
I did absolutely no planning for this event and it is day two and I don't have the kernel of an idea about what to write. Not a good start. Maybe I'll cheat and use something that I have already been working on. No. I will come up with an idea, or not. Why do I set such rigid goals for myself any way.
I am currently parked in this little town called Bryson City. It's not really a City, that's just the name. It's not really even a town. Very small, with its main claim to fame the Rocky Mountain Railroad. It is a railroad that doesn't go anywhere. You get on the train and ride down the rails a way and then come back. It is a ride through a river valley in the mountains so it is visually interesting. In December they do a Polar Express thing that brings in a lot of people. There is also the Road to Nowhere. (please see previous post). So I guess that goes right along with the Railroad to Nowhere.
Anyway back to NaNoWriMo. Who thinks up these things anyway. Why do I need some external time clock ticking away in the background as I try to make my words make sense.
Okay that's about three hundred words, thirteen hundred to go.
