So after letting a few months go by without posting so much as a sentence the prospects of the NANO project — write a novel in just a month — seems completely ridiculous and oddly alluring. So starting tomorrow I begin pounding the keys filled with an unplanned plot and as many dyslexic malapropos an hour as I can manage. Of course I probably will be just back to planning to pound those keys and finding any possible excuse I can to stave off actual production of prose. But maybe next month I will be forcing one of you to read my great short novella.

Be afraid.