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Today's watchword: "succinct."

I know, I know, not what you have come to expect from me! But nonetheless...

The reason for this otherwise unaccountable phenomenon is very simple: November is National Novel-Writing Month.
Aim: 50 000 words in 30 days.
Aesthetic guidelines: quantity rather than quality.
Function: to promote fluency of writing by aiming for something so wholly unrealistic and of such a dubious nature as to render any future writing tasks an achievable and enjoyable task.

Or at least that's what the website says. Now, if only I had some characters and a plot - even one given to such torrents of superfluous verbiage must have something to write about. On the other hand, if today's example is anything to go by, attempting to actually say things results in prose of a most exceeding dullness. Hmmm.

See you in December!