This is what I meant, really

So here I sit – you’ll just have to take my word for that, I am indeed sitting down while I type this – with a literally fried brain; focus, concentration and cognition problems; a pronounced lack of stamina; nerve damage that includes my hands – especially the right; and I can’t type for sh—, well, I’m not so good. So what am I about to try to do? I am considering participating in something known as NaNoWriMo.

NaNoWriMo, for the uninitiated and probably saner folks out there, is National Novel Writing Month – OK, that doesn’t sound like something you participate in, more like a period of time; like National Kumquat Month or Universal Bagel Day or something. Well, that’s true, but it’s also an event in that people – some people of a certain bent (certain bent people?) – do something during that month. No, not repaint the Erie Canal; that was in June. People try to write a novel in one month – November, to be precise. It’s not February, but we’re talking a 30 day month here. And not just any novel, well, yes, just any novel, but it’s supposed to be a novel of at least 50,000 words.

Ouch. And I do mean ouch; typing hurts. A lot. And have I mentioned that I’m not so good at it? The good thing is that quality is not an issue. One of the admonitions to participants is to turn off your inner editor. But, Ouch.

Sorry, nothing very fancy or important. I just thought it might be fun and a good way to jumpstart myself out of wherever it is I am. Like I said before, I’m working on a few things to move forward and this is one of them. Like trying to read to help myself, I thought this might be a good way to exercise my brain. I’m not sure if that shows that I’m willing to try new things, deluding myself that this could help or that I’m just plain crazy.

It is, however, a goal. The idea is to finish the novel. It can be crap; just finish it. But like we used to say of certain code, “It’s crap, but it runs.”

I told you my idea of fun was strange.

More later.