So this is what Nanowrimo is supposed to feel like. The other two times I did it I had plenty of time to sit around writing my novel and blogging away and merrily watch my skyrocketing word count. This month although I am making steady progress towards the goal I am not entirely certain I will make 50k before it actually materialises. It is not a question of difficulty it is a question of fitting it in around my life. I really want to go play a computer game or do something pointless like that but I have a Levercastle to write. Still… nearly there.

Levercastle lives.

It’s not a village. It’s a town. A small town. But a town. I just can’t make it be small enough to call it a village.

Only 60% of my 50,000 target to reach.

I think that if I were going to start handing out advice to people from the heat of battle I would advise the selection of a subject and style that will be as much escapism to write as it is to read. November is an idea time for a mind to holiday in the late Levercastle summer.

*goes off to find more fictional ice cream*