Update: Due to a really bad oncall week at the end of October stretching into November, I am officially too fried to do anything of real note. Plus oncall’s about to get worse.

While I’m fantasizing about Neil Gaiman thinking about next month, I’ve decided to do NaNoWriMo again.

No idea what to do for it yet. I’m caught between “Something I don’t give a damn about” and “Something I give a slight damn about.”

Feel free to buddy me for NaNoWriMo; I don’t think I’ll quite get up to the hijinks I did last year. On November 1st, 2007, I did over 6k words alone, over 1000 words in the first hour after midnight PST. My motto was “4k to 8k per day”. Technically I reached the NaNoWriMo finish line on the 8th, with 52,130 words. Four days later I had 84,421 words and started a second book, although my most impressive day was over 13k words.

The test of truth: were they good words?

I tried my best. Both are trunk novels.

The reason I’m thinking of writing some words I don’t care about at all is so that I can stick them up on a website and say I didn’t lie but that seems self-defeating since they will, without question, be bad until they’ve been seriously refined. I’m not a one-draft author.

Anyways. Such are my thoughts while meds are fizzing in my head.