Not because my office building may be haunted by two or more spirits.
Not because my neighborhood is populated by zombies, ghouls, and at least one vampire.
It's because on the day after Hallowe'en, or All Saints' Day, IT begins.
NaNoWriMo 2009.
National Novel Writing Month.
I did it last year.
It's taken me nearly a full year to recover my will and desire to really, REALLY write again.
And now this. Self-imposed slavish speculative scribbling.
I still have nightmares from last year.
But as I sit here, I'm again sharpening my pencils and filling my pens with fresh ink.
As I travel from home to the office, from the office to court, and back again, my mind races over plots, characters, dialogue, and, oh yeah.... "plot."
50,000 words staring me in the face and I do not yet have a story.
I have nine days.
And no story.
It is going to be painful. I know that.
And yet...bring it on.
