People sometimes say to me 'You're very prolific'. Or 'You write so much!' Or 'I don't know how you find time to write all those blog posts'. I find it quite flattering, but then again I think, quite often, what they're saying to me, in a tactful way is, "You write an awful lot of shit, Vowl".
Which I can't really disagree with a whole lot.
But this very kind tweet from yesterday got me thinking. Why not? It might give me something to approach, some kind of goal, some kind of outlet for all the outpourings of brain juice that otherwise get splashed around on blog posts about stuff. There will be blogging, too, next month, but maybe not quite as much or as often or as long posts. And that might be better for all of us. And at the end of it all, hopefully, I end up with a nice book, written by me.
I have no idea whether it will be any good or not, but that's not the point, which is great. No time for great swirling narrative tricks or vortices; just getting down to writing it. I think I might be better at that than trying to plan it all through in one go.
So that's the plan for next month, anyway. A work of fiction. I've had worse things to do in November. Why not have a bash yourself? The website is here.