NaNoWriMo 2007.

So I never take the NaNoWriMo challenge. There was always an excuse. Usually, it was graduate school. Well, always, really, since last fall’s dissertation work was school-related. There was also that week I spent in Boston that killed it, too.

This year, my wife has a new job. I am job-hunting and waiting and hopelessly unemployable. So, rather than a source of stress, I think writing a bad novel in November this year will be a source of sanity. This might be the only November where I might have the time to do something like this. If I have the time now, that is.

Writing will keep me busy besides my housework. The new joke is that I’m a “house bitch” which is, I suspect, moderately sexist in, like, three or four ways. I am enjoying cooking. I made really yummy chili Monday, from scratch, my first attempt. It was awesome. When I perfect it, I’ll share the recipe. Soon, I hope.

So, tomorrow, I’m running to the market to replace the coffee jar I broke today and to get some new hot sauce for dinner. Dropping off suit for pressing (wedding to go to Saturday, by bike!). Stopping at Dunkin’ Donuts for a huge coffee.

Coming home and writing.

My title so far (provided I don’t change my topic before then): Crazy Bitches.

It’s about men who wind up with (duh) crazy bitches. And, ultimately, it’s about responsibility, a minor philosophical obsession of mine (which leaves my affection for Nietzsche as something strange, if you know what I mean).