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November

November has crept up on me faster than I expected and I'm completely unprepared. This year I'm participating in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) for the first time, after saying I'll do it for years. For those of you who have no idea what this is, the gist of it is that I need to write a 50,000 word novel in the 30 days of November. Admittedly it doesn't have to be good and in that sort of time frame I'd be surprised if it was. But I just need to get it out.

Thing is, I've done absolutely no prep work for it. I don't even have an idea. I need to come up with something between now and midnight Saturday! We're heading to the library tomorrow, so maybe I'll find some inspiration. I'm seriously considering Sci-Fi at the moment, perhaps some SteamPunk. Every time I seem to think of something at the moment, I realise about a minute later that it's from a film I saw or a book, or a graphic novel I read. Perhaps I'm panicking.

50,000 words in 30 days sounds like a lot. I guess it is, but it's 1,667 words per day. That's not bad. That's like an extended blog post every day. The only things I'll need to battle with will be inspiration and possible writers block.

So I don't know how much I'll be posting here come November. I'll probably keep things much the same as they have been this past month. We'll see.

Wish me luck!

And if you're taking part you can add me as a buddy here. I don't have any buddies yet so I'm a little lonely, haha.

Finally here are a couple of shots I took today while outside playing with Mikey.


 
 

He's such a cutie! <3

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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