A week in Provence
Next month I will mostly be doing this, NanoWrimo. The idea is to write a 50,000 word novel/story in 30 days. A mighty task, akin to sitting through an entire epsiode of Bergerac. Of course it doesn’t have to be any good which is why everyone gives it a lash. I like the NaNo concept a lot and have been looking forward to it for a while now. I attempted it last year and made it about 14,000 words and two weeks in before circumstances turned against me and I dropped out of the race. The product of those two weeks ‘Adventures in Publishing’ I will be serialising for you lucky people after I am done with the Gurrier cycle and after I de-libellise it extensively. When I quit the filthy business ten months ago I warned them all but they laughed at me. Heh do not fuck with publishers they said for we wear the cast off souls off child molesters and have hearts as black as bitumen tar. We eat babies and shit pineapples and if you fuck with us we will rape you to death with hammers. I smiled and quit and told them I was going to piss in their soup.
When I got out of the hospital they said I had a good chance of a 50% recovery. One in the win column for me then.
But those tales will soon be told for I have hired vicious thugs and attack lawyers to protect me. Back to NaNo. By lucky chance I will be in France at the beginning of November, Aix-en-Provence to be exact. Purely by accident not design but it’s beginning to sound romantic to me now. I have purchased a writers jacket and copious amounts of whiskey. Thus armed with Provence, writers jacket and whiskey these occult objects will lend me the mighty power needed to produce the great work of fiction in 30 days. I may need the blood of an unbaptised nun aswell.
Perhaps I should go to Lourdes instead.