Tonight, at precisely one minute past midnight, I will lock myself and my laptop into my daughter’s room and start writing. And I will keep writing until 11:59 pm, Monday, September 7th.
Sleep is optional.
And at the end of three days I will have a novel! Or a nervous breakdown. Either way, it should be quite an experience. Including for my daughter, who will be moving into the attic.
And for the record: Contrary to rumour, this is not a desperate attempt to escape my family. I love my husband, two children, two godchildren, three cats (even the elderly kitty who is currently in diapers), two crocheted poodle cozies and one actual half-poodle very much. I have complete faith that they can survive three days without me. The fire, poison, animal control, TeleHealth, orthodontic, and Chinese takeout numbers are on the fridge.
The International Three Day Novel Contest