And now, I shall write about writing

So, November is National Write a Novel Month.

No one told me.

So I'm making December into Lincoln Moore Writes a Book Month. I decided to do this almost 24 hours ago, so that would officially make this day 2 of my month long journey and I will be tracking my progress for the whole world to see.

The truth is, I don't really publicize this little thing

and I'm really writing to have a record of what I was

doing, so that I can take a look back on it in a few

years.

I already have an idea and an outline figured out, so at this point I have a simple goal to write ten pages a day until I am finished. I'm on day two in the journey and I am sitting at the Caribou at Sheldon and Five Mile at 8 pm.

I have not started yet.

I thought caribou would be ideal for its calm air and comfy seating. Not true. It turns out that all the good chairs are taken and the 'air' I expected is being seriously dampened by the wonderfully patient man who is tutoring an absolute tool directly to my left.

"And why is there a halo around the moon

as opposed to the rainbow we see with the

sun? Do you understa-"

"You know what? I need to make a phone call

really quick."

"I don't understand why that couldn't wait

until after we are done. This is the last

question."

And then I flip my table over and demand a bit more respect for that wonderful wizened old man. Now, I'm out one coke and have accomplished nothing towards this book.

Yes, I got a coke at Caribou.

On to writing. Maybe I will go somewhere else tomorrow.