Not Quite NaNoWriMo

I've never done NaNoWriMo. I'm not going to do NaNoWriMo. For one thing, it's October, and everybody knows that NaNoWriMo happens in November.

But it occurs to me that I could well do with the kind of kick up the rear that NaNoWriMo provides. I have been faffing around with this New Guinea novel for so long that it's embarrassing. I've changed it from junior fiction to YA to adult and back to YA. I've written 20,000 words and thrown them away. I've researched and workshopped and pondered and snowflaked. I think what I need to do now is just sit down and pound the damn thing out.

I need to write without fretting. I need to write without worrying about anything but the word count. I need to write a ton of junk in the hope that a couple of pearls will sift through the silt. I need to produce 50,000 words, and to hell with the quality!

And because it's really truly spring now, and I've already scrubbed the kitchen floor and reorganised the kids' clothes, I think I should start today.