If you read my post from two weeks ago, you’ll remember that I was toying with the idea of trying to write a whole-ass novel over the next 30 days.
Since writing that post, I’ve spent the last two weeks thinking and planning and plotting and outlining. And ultimately, I decided that I am going to go ahead and try to write a whole-ass novel over the next 30 days.
The novel, if you’re interested, is called Peril in the South Pacific: A Buck Bishop Adventure. Now, I know that sounds like an absurdly over-the-top 1930s pulp fiction paperback- and that’s because, in spirit, it is. It has a dashing aviator, it has a spirited lady-reporter, it has a marooning on an uninhabited island, it has a kidnapping, there’s a volcano, the bad guy is literally wearing a pith helmet, and you’d better believe that you can slash the sexual tension with a machete.
We’ll see if this turns out to be one of my best ideas, or one of my worst.
But either way, I don’t think I can crank out fifty-thousand words of certified fresh pulp adventure and keep up this blog at the same time. So for the month of November, I’m taking a hiatus from That Type Of Girl and diving headlong into NaNoWriMo 2020.
I’ll see you all in 30 days- wish me luck!