…has sort of zipped by, don’t you think?It’s one of the weird things about NaNoWriMo; it makes November both the longest and shortest month of the year. On the one hand I’ve still got a ridiculously large number of words to squeeze out of my head, but on the other it feel like only yesterday that I was tidying up my writing space for the kick off. A quick run down of how things are going: Heating fail. In a great example of the fabulous timing of Sod’s Law, our central heating packed up at the beginning of the week, leaving us slowing freezing in our drafty old victorian terrace. It’s amazing really how depressing it can get, being cold all day. I survived by buying new hot waterbottles and keeping mine tucked down the front of my dressing gown while I typed. On Friday, the Boiler Magicians came and sorted it out. Word count win! So far this year, the writing has been fun, and it has been reflected in my word count. As of tonight I’m at 17,222 words, approximately two days ahead of where I need to be. This is good because this upcoming week contains at least two days when I suspect getting anything done will be difficult. I’m enjoying the story and I’m beginning to wonder if this is a full length book rather than a novella. :s It’s always difficult to decide this; ideally, I’d like to have finished this story by the end of the month, so I can get on with a) finishing A Boy of Blood and Clay, b) editing Bad Apple Bone or the rogue c) option, starting another book. 😉 But if I’m really getting somewhere with the story, perhaps I should consider continuing into December. Hmm, it’s all about the pacing… I have been surprised by the cynicism of some people. It’s not a huge deal, as most people seem to “get” NaNoWriMo and what it’s all about, but there does seem to be a little flicker among some who seem to think it’s a bit silly and deserves a bit of mockery. My initial response to such people would be “Come back and take the piss when you’ve written a book in 30 days, dude. Or anything longer than your facebook status update”. But I have been good, and ignored any such comments. It’s my folly and I love it. And that’s where I am at the moment. Guido Foss has made it to the Flats, and is about to find out just how unpleasant life can be out in the desert. I shall enjoy making it difficult for her.