Hey, so I decided to NaNoWriMo this year, after talking the last few years off. (And losing the last few years before that. Day two and already I am behind. Yay! Stellar start.
My novel, code name: Frogbottom, is an autobiography of sorts that no one, not anyone, will ever get to read. Including you, mom. It’s really more of a way to get my writing back. I miss it. I’m hoping by the end of November, I’ll have 50,000 words of nonsense and my groove. Back.
Please feel free to suggest any type of music you like except for barbershop (this novel isn’t supposed to be a tragedy.)