In History, Mr Theo told us the World Wars were largely pointless. And so was the Industrial Revolution. And everything else. Still not EMO.
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So I had a dream last night, and decided to base a novel on it. I also decided to write the novel this month (that is, in the remaining 19 days).
It’s November, which means it’s NaNoWriMo season. NaNoWriMo stands for National Novel Writing Month (which is highly international, but sounds better than InaNoWriMo). Basically, you write a novel (or the first 50,000 words) in a month.
It’s madness. I love it. QED.
Don’t wish me luck, wish me perseverance.