I’m really not planning on it.

I have just decided to continue not planning on it, but try to participate anyway.

I’ll do something I’ve never done before, perhaps: Write with no plan or intention at all. Every other time I’ve tried to do this I fail utterly. But that’s what they say about perfectly sane people, that they know how to change results.

I might not, though. I’m in a mode where I’m trying to motivate myself to edit things. And I’ve got several short stories I mean to write. And I may have no additional words for a NaNo novel. But perhaps.

I might, however, do it after all. Or very nearly. I shan’t do the math, but I might begin at a closed door I know if in my imagination and write a thousand or two words a day about what I find when I go through it. The last I saw the closed door it stood behind an old stack of forgotten French adjectives, and I’m sure I will have no trouble finding it again. If I can find the time.

Incidentally, have you ever read a book and found yourself entirely incapable of shaking the feeling that you’re channeling the voice and tone in that book? I am currently rereading Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrel. It is an entirely excessive book in every fashion, except in efficiency, and I am having all the trouble in the world abandoning its high style.

Although, I must remind myself, there are worse books whose tones I might find myself attempting to emulate.