Until Euel Leevy joined the Army he never drank, smoked, cursed or experienced sex. He was Momma’s perfect little boy, much to the chagrin of his brothers. He learned all these things in the Army. And, he learned to gamble. And kill people. And bury his nightmares in a bottle of alcohol.
Friday, November 1, 2013
National Novel Writing Month
November 1st each year heralds National Novel Writing Month. The goal: complete the draft of one's novel during November. This is my first year to join my fellow novelists in efforts to complete the draft of my next novel. In all fairness, I have about 29,683 words already in progress. Today I wrote 1900 or so words, most of those from ideas already in progress. If I can write 2,000 words a day in November I can finish the draft with 90,000 which is a little longer than most editors want for a modern novel. So, we're off....here's the first paragraph: