I decided the easiest thing for me to write for Nanowrimo at the moment, is a memoir. It just pours out anyway, so not much work to do. What I can't remember, tough shit. What I remember wrong, ditto - it's my memoir, so if anyone in my family can remember it better, then they can write their own version, yes?
Sat down, stared at a blank white MS Word screen, got an attack of the jitters. Looked out the window and just started to type stuff. Remembered stuff. And it now appears that the memoir, as it is, has decided that I am writing this for my mother - which isn't such a bad thing, I suppose. 3 thousand words in - 47,000 to go.
No problem. Piece of old takkie