I’m not taking part in NaNoWriMo, because I’m lost somewhere in the swamps of revision-land without a flint or a knife. Or Bear Grylls. But just as a nod to National Novel Writing Month, which is a glorious, contentious, hair-raising kind of a venture, here’s the facebook status of the year:
NaNo: day 18. Have managed to write 30,179 words of a story about a fat guy living with his mother. My wrists and elbows are killing me, may have RSI.