It has been brought to my attention I’ve been casually mentioning NaNoWriMo all over the place for most of the year, but some readers might not have the faintest idea what I’m referring to. Read on for an explanation.
Are you a journalist? Have you ever known or worked with journalists?
Then I need your help.
My sixth book this year is about the staff of a recently shut down local newspaper deciding to start up a zeitgeisty current affairs stroke gossip website, probably called something like ‘Michty!’ (the genre for this one is Scottish), and getting it terribly wrong. With hilarious consequences, of course.
I am hoping to gather some anecdotal research, which is where you come in.
In university, I had a habit of working on essays right up until the deadline, then racing along to the history department to hand in essays right as they were being removed from the box. It would appear that, certainly when I am unemployed, I have retained this tendency, for not twenty minutes ago, right before midnight on January 31st 2011, I bashed out the last few posts of Caligula’s Blog. I’ve written 5905 words today, and I wouldn’t advise doing that much in one sitting because now my back really hurts!
The draft is very raw, and falls short of my 50k word target, weighing in at only 33, 173 words. However, given that I knew nothing whatsoever about the man on the 1st of the month, and most diary style books are shorter than 50k, I regard this as being fundamentally OK. We’ll see how that changes when I come to look over it again – April at the very earliest!
I dreamed last night I was standing in heaven, near the throne of Jupiter. It was very beautiful and humbling. I was about to say something, when Jupiter gave me a push with the big toe of his right foot, and I fell right on my face. When I woke up it turned out I had fallen out of bed, so that’s probably why that happened in the dream.
Doesn’t feel like a great start to the day, really. Still, things can only get better now that I’m awake! Perhaps I’ll sacrifice a couple of white bulls to the big man this afternoon though, just to be on the safe side.
Gaius Julius Caesar Augustus Germanicus – or Caligula to you and me – was assassinated later that day by his own men. His wife, Milonia Caesonia, and infant daughter Julia Drusilla were killed by members of the Praetorian Guard a few hours later. He was succeeded by Derek Jacobi.