On writing another bad novel.

It's decided. Despite a severe time impairment (not to mention an energy crisis), I'm going to do National Novel Writing Month in November. Yes, I'd had a beer when I committed to it, so the deal might not stand up in court, but, by God, I need it. I need to write a bad novel. For me. For my soul. Which has been sold out for life insurance, leadership meetings, and literacy classes. I need to write. That's it. No ifs, ands, or buts. And if you let me get away with slacking off and dropping out halfway through November, I'll never speak to you again, whoever you are! Take that!