I've foolishly decided to pick up Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month for the initiated) for the third year in a row. In 2006, I wrote 34,000 words of a story called Deadwing, an epic spanning 540 years and dealing with Hell, bloodlines and the fate of the world. In 2007 I wrote 10,000 words for a pulpy story about Socliasts, all-American heroes and nuclear weapons set in the 1950s that later inspired Jungle Fever.
Well, this year I'll try it again. The question is whether I can write 50,000 words for Nanowrimo whilst also writing 900 words of Jungle Fever a week for five weeks. I figure I have a few options:
1. Churn out six installments of Jungle Fever this weekend.
2. Put Jungle Fever on heitus until December or
3. Forget Nanowrimo.
I'm not too keen on Option 2 and Option 3 would damage my pride too much. So it looks like I have a lot of writing ahead of me. Hech.