NaNoWriMo: Bring It On

November is National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo to the initiated) and I’ve set myself up for the challenge. 30 days of writing to produce (hopefully) a 50,000 word masterpiece. OK, maybe not a masterpiece but nonetheless it will be an exciting challenge.

I begin this latest project against a backdrop of chaos. Come to think of it, when is my life ever anything else? My financial situation remains dire, my partner is moving out, I hit 41 soon and what would have been Sams’ due date is looming. NaNoWriMo is an opportunity to distance myself from all this for a few hours a day. I’m hoping it will be a much-needed confidence boost and, of course, it isn’t going to cost me a penny (just a lot of blood, sweat and tears). 🙂

I’ve outlined my plot, done some basic research and bought myself an 8 cup cafetiere, an essential item that will save time and electricity. My kettle deserves a break too. With any luck I will come out of this month with a sense of achievement and renewed confidence which will balance out the writers bum and repetitive strain injury. 🙂

So it’s onwards and upwords (sic). I would like to say good luck to all my fellow NaNoWriMo participants and see you all at the finishing line.




21st Century Whore

Some days you feel as though there really are Greek Gods sat up in the heavens playing with the lives of  us mere mortals like pieces on a chess board.

To quote Dr Who, the Boardman household is currently in a ‘state of flux’. Technology is failing. One laptop, one PC and a DVD player committed group suicide in the same week. OK, an inquest into the DVDs’ demise did conclude an accidental death. It was fed a sandwich by Pesky Kid.

The loss of our beloved computers has forced me to question my status as a writer. For days I was stuck, how could I possibly write without my keyboard and blank screen? What is the point of life without a spellchecker? ‘For gods’ sake,’ screams my resourceful side, ‘did Jane Austen bemoan the absence of  a cut and paste facility’? ‘Was Shakespeares’ output hampered by his inability to write in  Times New Roman, font size 12 with double spacing’?

Perhaps I ought to rethink my approach. After all, there is something inherently appealing about sitting in *El Piano with  pencil and a writing journal, sipping hot chocolate whilst feverishly writing a masterpiece. Of course, I will have to make the hot chocolate last a while in the spirit of that genteel poverty that makes the life of a writer/poet seem somewhat romantic.

That is until the insurance cheque arrives and I rush out to buy my Samsung NC10 Netbook. My romanticism swiftly and cruelly abandoned for the whoredom of 21st Century technology.


*El Piano: a shabby chic, vegetarian cafe in York. Has the most wonderful ambience and the best Fair Trade hot chocolate ever tasted.