Holy crap this year, guys. It's just been... and then this summer... I have no words. Honestly.
Normally this is the point of the year where I humblebrag about outlining and plotting and prepping for NaNoWriMo. It's become something of a thing.
This year? Nothing. I really have nothing at all. The muse? She is silent.
I have no outline, no notes, no cards. Nada. Zip. Zilch. I'm fully and squarely in the Pantser Club this November for the first time ever. Even my inaugural year way back in 2007 had a loose outline cobbled together on Halloween night. Never mind that I rapidly diverged from it and wound up skipping whole sections when I got stuck. I'm older and wiser now.
The forums are reset, the Typewriter Brigade rises again...
...and I've got a set of "Rory's Story Cubes" that my kids gave me some years back to provide impromptu inspiration.
This could go well, this could go horribly, but I need a little crash of rhinos this year (or a crash of little rhinos.) Who's in?