That time of year when everyone is midway through their training for the famous writer marathon – NaNoWriMo!
For those who are blissfully unaware NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month, though really it’s been international almost since it’s start – one simply does not throw away an awesome title like that. It’s when experienced writers and the inexperienced hopefuls all come together in one place and vow to churn out 50,000 words in a single month. It’s fun. It’s exhausting. It’s more than capable of snapping the resolve of experienced writers and hopefuls alike like straw.
I was sick for a good long while and had to go run errands soon after I finally started to feel better. Only to find that the breaks were out in my car – while in the middle of rush hour traffic. I survived that but of course I started wondering if this was some kind of massive plot by unknown forces to do away with me. This is real life though, not fiction.
No sooner do I have that comforting thought than one dear to me gets shot, in the chest, as part of some kind of revenge hit.
Please, repeat after me:
This is not fiction. This is not fiction. This is not fiction.