Oh, what the hell...

Ultimately, the time commitment is what always scared me ... still does ... but that might do me good. I tend to do better when I have a purpose, a deadline. But 50,000 words in one month? That's 1,667 words a day.

The other thing that has held me back, and this might be more that just a passing fear, is that I'm not sure if I can really write fiction. I can write prose but a novel? Who knows.

This monkey is up for the challenge, though. If I fail to make the 50,000 words goal, no biggie. I'll have learned quite a lot about myself and the writing process and, hopefully, I'll have some raw materials to work from for future projects. Writing a novel on a blog is daunting, though, especially for the way the posts are displayed. Who wants to read a book from the end? I'm sure there will be no continuity, especially since I don't even have a theme or any characters in mind yet. I guess we'll have to see. *shrugs*

Carpe coffee!