kickin’ ass and takin’ names

That is just what I’m attempting to do with everything in my life that isn’t going quite right, and it’s what I intend to name my nanowrimo novel.  Mostly because I find it hilarious.  And I like to cuss. 

Now, the truth is I’ve tried to write a novel before, and it hasn’t really worked out.  I mean, I haven’t quite given up on it, but I’m guessing that since I haven’t touched it for a couple of years, there’s little hope of ever finishing it.  But, I’m determined to at least get the word count to finish my nanowrimo novel, if only because I’ve told friends and family that I’m going to do it, and many of them have given me money to do it.  I kinda feel like if I don’t finish it, i have to pay them all back, and I know there’s a better chance of writing 50,000 words in 30 days than paying back the $505 that they donated.  So there it is.

 But just to be clear, I fully embrace the idea that my 30 day novel will suck circus nuts (those gross orange foam candy ones).  It will be bad, oh yes, it will be bad.  But it will be finished.