Well here we go again. It’s NaNoWriMo time of year and if you don’t know what that is then you shouldn’t be reading this anyway. I’ve tried to win NaNo every year since the stupid thing was invented. I think. I’m pretty sure anyway. Maybe a few years following it’s initial conception, but I swear I’ve been trying it every November for decades. Trouble is, I never know what to write. That is to say, I don’t know what to write anymore. I bashed out so many books in my thirties, and I loved what I wrote then, but over time I got sick of it. My books never sold viably and that meant I felt depressed so I wrote less. Fast forward a decade and here I am not being able to figure out what to write for NaNo. So here’s my contribution towards winning. I guess this year I’ll win by writing words about NaNo as a novel about how I can’t write a real novel! I had some ideas like Science Fiction, but they’re all so American. Damn. I hate being American sometimes. I’ve been living in England for tw