Last time, I joked that if I wrote what was on my mind I’d probably get sectioned.
Today, I’m going to do just that, and prove myself wrong.
A very kind person very kindly left a lovely comment on my blog as they’re a fellow nanoblopomo and nanowrimo participant, but they’re something of a veteran whereas this is my first time doing both in tandem.
They remarked on their own blog that they survived nanoblopomo by typing for 15 minutes and then clicking ‘post’. So, that’s what I’m going to do here.
Run for the hills; unless you actually WANT to read me being snotty and snarky, off the cuff and off the top of my head. In which case, pull up a chair.
I try not to whinge too much on this blog, but if you ever see a post prefaced with the title ‘Notes from the Trenches’, when I’m a writer, not a soldier, and the only war being fought is against my own inertia; then that’s your clue that it’s just a little rant about writing and not necessarily fit for human consumptio…
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