romeo must die

last november i attempted to write a novel in association with nanowrimo, and failed dismally, managing to write only 10,482 words of my 50,000 word target. rubbish. stoopid social life.

however, if man were to have given up after his first failure we would never have invented the wheel, the internal combustion engine or pork pies. so i'm gonna try it again.


this time, i'm writing a script. 100 pages in 30 days. and i'll be writing in collaboration with the troubadour which is lucky, because he did actually manage to write 50,000 words in november (before having a mental crash and trying to invade surrey).

so that's the challenge.

i hope i make it.

i really hope actually, because - if the troubadour can get the last week of august off work - the organisers of the edinburgh fringe festival are expecting us to do more with our stage slot than just stand there with an apologetic expression on our faces.

no pressure though*.

(* i didn't breathe the entire time it took to type that)