In which I embark on the adventure known as NaNoWriMo. 
I’m giving it a go. November. Thirty days and thirty nights of literary abandon.
In other words, I’m going to try to crank out 50,000 words of mostly coherent story in thirty days.
My NaNoWriMo profile is here, should someone who isn’t a spammer stumble on this post and want to join me.
As usual, I’m working with a bare skeleton of a synopsis. Where “skeleton” is the kind that archeologists find: a tibia, part of a scapula, a jaw, a rib. The trouble is I can’t really write a synopsis until I get to know the characters. And I can’t do that until I write the bloody novel.
Onward!
