This month, like many other aspiring writers, I have been plugging away at an idea for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I have to say that for me the 50 000 word target is a long way off, my effort currently stands at a mere 20 000+ words, so a big well done and respect to those participants already, or almost, finished.
But not hitting the target doesn’t bother me, I’m a slow reader and it turns out that I’m actually quite a slow writer too. However, I’m comfortable with how I work and know that I’ll finish the project in my own time. Why? Because I’m enjoying it.
But I’ve no idea if anyone else will, which is why I’ve put a brief taster here:
The Onion of Reality
Harry Moonbeam is in a quandary. It’s like this:
Lovehat, a ‘street-yogi’ friend of mine, once said: ‘We use onions in everything, even this analogy: “Life is like an onion, cut beneath the surface and you encounter myriad complex layers of reality – oh, and everyone cries at the end.”
No wait, Lovehat wasn’t a yogi, I think he was a chef. Yes, he had great knife skills… still, at least he made life palatable and something you wanted to finish.
Actually, come to think of it, Lovehat wasn’t even a friend. In fact, I think it was him that was trying to kill me.
To be honest, I’m not sure how far I’ve cut into the Onion.
If you want to read more,
the first chapter is here.
Why not click into the onion?