There are approximately 34 days until the official start of the public madness affectionately referred to as NaNoWriMo or (feeling compelled to inflict the totality of the thing’s title because as they say: to name a thing is to pwn a thing) National Novel Writing Month.
Taking a different path this year (it’s not so much a fork in the road mind you but more like a journey of 50,000 steps along a twisty, overgrown goat trail), I hope to take advantage of this time and create a well-fleshed out (dare I say, corpulent) outline for the tale I hope to complete during the month of November.
And herein shall be presented the wreckage that one may find washed ashore the land of ill-conceived plot twists, populated by mutinuous minor characters, native critics of despair and ruled by King of Misplaced Commas…
