So!

On the 27th of this month we are going road tripping down south in a fury of wheels and warped mixed tapes. Oh, that just reminded me of a Homestar Runner cartoon... where was I?

This means I have five days to finish my novel. Reaching 50,ooo by Sunday isn't going to be a problem. But I think I've started something a lot bigger than 50K. My MC hasn't even died yet, though goodness knows I've tried to kill her off, several times, but to no avail. In fact, I think she's going to be defacing this green earth for another 10 or 15Ks. Doesn't end there. Then it's her dad's turn to run amok. And his is the really really really important sub-plot, he's the one giving my novel its whole stupid theme, anyway.

"What are you whinging about? Just hit 50k in the next five days and finish the novel later!"

It doesn't work like that. Once November ends, that's it. I can't write fiction outside this month. (I can't write fiction inside this month either, but that's a moot point about quality, not quantity, people.) It's like when your best friend leaves the country and you say "I'll write." I mean it's exactly like that. "I'll write." Well, we both know I won't.

Which leaves me the daunting task of finishing a 60-70k novel before Sunday. (Freak out.)

Why am I still blogging about this crap? Time is words!