November is National Novel Writing Month.

"NaNoWriMo," fond fictional participants croon its pet name falling asleep with the satisfaction of their shiny new pages dashed off in the haste to reach 50,000 words by midnight November 30, 2006. Not me. I have one shiny little character sketch, and I'm beginning to wonder what I just signed up for...

Those of you signed on to this blog seem to enjoy my cute little writing escapades, so: I'm jumping on with this WriMo gig as my own kick in the pants. Plus, its got that maniacal dash of adrenaline fun that calls to me like a can of spam to a hornet. ("oooh, canned meat product" says the hornet; "oooh, grandiose creative challenge" says the T-fin.) I'll have some fun, try out this whole long-fiction genera, and maybe/maybe not, finish a little story for all of you.

Cheer me on. Challenge me to work inside jokes into the plot. And, if you would, please figure out how I can claim coffee as a tax write-off or health benefit; I'll thank you from the bottom of my mug. ;)