Forty-two hours into November, and I’ve written no words of fiction. I’m using NaNoWriMo this year to motivate novel rewrites, rather than to start a new piece of fiction, but that isn’t off to a good start. It was for an excellent reason, though.
Tonight I will start, and I’ll write/revise/rewrite all weekend.
Here are some wonderful things: a twelve-year-old boy helps his father with his research, and gets lead authorship on the resulting paper. With monsters – how is that not the best thing ever?
Speaking of monsters, how about that new arXiv physics paper on “Possible Bubbles of Spacetime Curvature in the South Pacific“?
But now, off to the word mines…
