What in gods name am I getting myself into?
Come with me next week on a journey of epic foolhardiness!

You've heard of the 3 Day Novel Contest? Well, I'm not officially entering, as I'm jobless and can't pay 50 bucks to get in - but I am doing my own 3 Day Novel with a couple of friends on the 28th, 29th, and 30th of this month. The idea is that we're going to take those three days and, you guessed it, write a freaking novel. I think it's a psychic kick in the head for me, since I have a major problem with finishing things, and have got about eight unfinished novels kicking around (and countless others lost to the mists of old hard drives and rained-on notebooks. Oh, and there was the cheesy vampire novel I nearly finished in high school, which Nick Boles walked off with, and Nick if you're reading this, it's a blue plastic binder full of printouts, and I want it back!)

Anyway, at least two members of my writing circle - Sean Zio and Paula Belina - and I are going to do this. We agreed to it and are now honour-bound to at least try. I have absolutely no idea what I'm getting myself into . . . but I'll try and keep this site updated as the madness grows. Stay tuned, and watch me suffer! And hey, if you want in, let us know and join the insanity!

Stands to reason I'm not attending any lit events in those three days... but I will weigh in with a review of Quebecite, playing at Arts Court tonight, if I can.

Oh, and check out the spoken word my friend and co-conspirator Steve Curtis just posted on his myspace... He wrote quite a lot of it last weekend in my presence, which is an interesting thing to watch, especially for someone who isn't an aural writer.

If you wait long enough on the site, the poems should load and play on their own. Poke around while you're waiting. Say hi.