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A Non-Food Post - A Tangential Matter

Sundays are beautiful, glorious days of the week.  A time for leisure and work, the promise of success and fortune lie right at Sunday's feet. 

Anyway, it's almost November.  And you know what that means!

Or...maybe you don't?

NaNoWriMo!!!  Wheeeee!  One month of craziness, scaryashell laughs and fist pounds as me and millions of other writers across the planet try to pound out 50,000 words of unadulterated crap in 30 days.

As if I don't have enough to do.  I know.  But as Andy Dufresne (played by Tim Robbins) says in The Shawshank Redemption, Get busy livin' or get busy dyin'.

That's about damn right.

I'm on year five, and I've won all previous years (winning = hitting 50k+), so I expect this year to be the same, except...

my genre of choice this year is "Mystery, Thriller, & Suspense", which sounds great, but a.) I've never written a mystery before, and b.) I don't read a lot of mysteries.

But hey, I'm not going to get bogged down in the details.

I'm writing what's called a "cozy" mystery...very little violence (graphic, anyway), a little romance, a lot of funniness, small town setting and characters, amateur sleuth.  And - it's taking place mostly at a community college...in a Culinary Arts program...most of the book's characters are culinary students or chefs/bakers.

Write what you know, people, write what you know.  And that's what I know.  For right now, anyway.


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