It's that time of year again when, all bright-eyed and hopeful we set our sights on another month of writing like maniacs.
This is the time when everything's possible, all ideas are brilliant and a work of literary genius is sure to result. Breathe deep and savour it; ten days in most of us will be crying into our keyboards and wondering what drugs we were taking in September that made us think this was a good idea.
I'm taking a break from the Sci-Fi this year to return to my longer-term love of fantasy. After some
nagging persuasion from Sunjumper, I decided to make an attempt on an idea I've had lurking in the back of my mind for a while that has a female protagonist. So, meet Myrtle. She's eight, but this will not be a children's story, I don't think I'm capable of writing something completely inoffensive. That fellow behind her is Winter. He may or may not be contemplating slitting her throat.
I'm going to do my utmost this time to finish, unlike last years car crash of fail. I have a reasonably good idea of why I failed last year, so - fingers crossed, good luck everyone and however it ends, enjoy the ride.