Nanowrimo is a mouthful of skullduggery, and worth every intense, painful, wonderful, happy moment of effort spent on it. That said, I’m behind, though not for lack of trying. Find my Nano profile page here for a little taste of the story so far.

I’ve been asked a slew of times today why I choose to torture myself like that, and I usually respond that it isn’t torture, doing something you love. If I ate ice cream for desert three times a day, wouldn’t I love it? (The answer here is, “yes”) So, for one month out of the year (and more, if I can convince the wife and kids) I indulge in writing and feel like a real, honest-to-goodness, professional writer.

I even have the second job just to pay the bills!

Wrimos, Unite!