It was sometime ago that I saw an open invitation to write anything,just a short story,and being irresponsible and completely clueless I did so. You can find the stories at Sudden Fiction,and mine,They Got it All Wrong,as their only SF.
Which now turns into SM:I know that I had only hours to write it,because I decided that it was far more interesting to dress as a reincarnated Buddhist monk than to plant for whatever was going to go out of my fingers,yet please! “Waiting since the beginning of time”? What was I thinking?
I am cringing.
However,not all is lost,I still remember that after about a thousand publications,Asimov novels got to be readable. I just have to dedicate myself to writing,like crazy,at the exclusion of everything else if possible.
Yeah,right.
OK. Onwards with the NaNoWriMo.
Going forward with the 50k word novel? Good luck…