Have I gone completely crazy? I think so.

Today is November 1st. The first day of National Novel Writing Month, abbreviated NaNoWriMo. And I, along with several thousand other crazy people, have signed up to participate. The end goal is to write 50,000 words by the end of November.

That's right. I'm officially insane. In addition to classes, work and homework, I've voluntarily decided to write FIFTY THOUSAND WORDS. Apparently the words can be in any sort of form, non-fiction, short stories, fiction, anything really, but I seriously doubt memos, briefs, motions, and papers for school count. So with my well known affinity for the genre known as Chick Lit, I will probably write something along those lines. Happy, fluffy, girl gets boy in the end. Is it because I think that's the best genre? Of course not. I know another author participating, and I'm sure that piece will be marvelous and angst-y, but I honestly just don't think that way. I love to read that stuff, but I have a hard time writing conflict, I think more along the lines of episodic television apparently, wrapped up at the end of the chapter. I love a good mystery, but don't have the foresight to plan out a proper whodunit. But I can't write romance either... descriptive sex scenes just aren't in my realm of capabilities. I mean I can see them, but can't describe them effectively. So instead I'm stuck with just a story. We'll see how that goes.

Either way, wish me luck - 50k words in a month breaks down to 1667 words per day. Which doesn't sound like much when you can type 70 words a minute, but takes a lot longer than it should when you have to think up the story as you go.

Who knows, maybe I'll post snippets as I go.