Hypercompendia

Have to make a decision on the NaNoWriMo (doesn’t that sound like an Indian word? Something Tonto would say to the Lone Ranger?).

Going to check out the rules (I signed up last week on a whim that I’d hoped would turn into commitment) to see if it’d be a waste of time and energy to do hypertext, and while I think it’s about time I got started on that second novel (the first is sitting on a floppy disk with a hard copy somewhere in the basement), I don’t think I need to tie in with this organized effort to write straight text.

A glimmer of an idea did come through this morning. I believe outlines are allowed pre-November 1st. I mean, they don’t expect most writers to clear their heads of story concepts and sit down at the keyboard, fingers poised at midnight without any thought of what to write (though for me, the narrative forms in the hovering fingers). And I’m sure at least some of the 15,000-plus entrants have a partially written manuscript already, despite rules.

So by this weekend, I’ll try to decide whether this is feasible, whether I’m up to it, and whether this is a good thing to do for myself and the hypertext form or if it’d just be a colossal waste of time and effort. Then, based on the final decision, I may be running to the grocery store to stock up on 60 frozen dinners. And get the laundry and ironing up to date as of October 31st with not so much as a pair of jockeys in the hamper. Oh and get the picture framing caught up and pray for a lull in Christmas business (like I don’t need the money).

That’s it. Oh, yeah; and cut my husband’s hair and take my monthly Boniva.