I have been ‘sort-of’ challenged to take part in NaNoWriMo (you know who you are!)
Anyone who’s read my post It’s About Time will appreciate the combination of excitement and abject fear this causes me.
1200 words a day??
How I’d love to. But there’s also work, cleaning, family, moving house (again), cooking, cleaning, eating, washing, ironing.. aaaaarrrggghhhh!!
I guess I could give up sleeping for 6 hours a night but, hey, everyone’s entitled to one luxury right?
Do I? Or don’t I?