Again with The-Clicking-&-The-No-Thinking thing!

I have this terrible terrible habit. (Well, it's one among many, like say denting my car door, or taking ridiculously long showers, or leaving the cereal bag open in the box... but I digress.)

My collage of bad habits (thank you flickr-folk)

It's this completley-irrational impulsive thing I have where I commit to doing things before I even know what I'm committing to. It's not that I don't read the fine print, it's that I don't read anything at all. Like, "Hey RocM, do you want come with me to this incredibly vague & sketchy inner-city launch party?" Of course I do! "How about a seniors' knit-off?" Hells yeah! "Soup kichen meetup?" Where do I sign up!

Yup. I'm really not above RSVPing 'Yes' to an invite then calling my friends from my car, twenty minutes before meeting, to ask for directions while I circle the block aimlessly, wondering what it is I'm going to exactly.

So what did I get myself into this time? How about "30 days & nights of literary abandon"- otherwise known as the 50,000-word-novel-in-a-single month event. Yes folks, looks like I'll be spending this November writing my first novel. Ever.

And how am I feeling?? Excited as all heck. And, scared s**less. In a good way (is there any other, I ask?). Anyway, I thought I'd post this bit of news on here to keep myself from backing out in Week 3, or something.

Now I have exactly two weeks to think of plot. And characters. And sentences (50,000-words worth). So far though, am feeling...Barcelona maybe... late 1920's?...