Friends, I am very excited to begin work on a new novel. I haven’t given more than a fleeting moment’s thought to a plot–partly because I would like to keep as much of the process within the month of November as I can, and more because I am terrified of coming up with a plot.
And what if I don’t have a plot, hm? Will the world end?
The world has already ended. It ended on September 11th, didn’t you know that? I feel like the world ended on September 11th, 2007. That is how I feel right now. Pretty pathetic huh? I’m not above pathetic, I won’t lie. Turn the page, turn the page. (What?)
This blog is full of a lot of junk that doesn’t make sense, because this blog doesn’t matter. I am going to try to cut a lot of that junk out of my hypothetical November novel, because I would like to go in with the assumption that my hypothetical November novel will matter. As for this blog, it doesn’t matter and it probably won’t ever matter, so you can look forward to a lot more junk. But probably not in the month of November, because I will be busy writing my masterpiece. You know. (What?)
Nobody needs a plot, life happens anyway.
Here is what I think: life happens anyway.