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Who says three into one won't go?

Three things: I am currently unemployed, I am in the middle of putting together a Phd proposal and it's NaNoWriMo next month.

A couple of clarfications, the Phd proposal is nominally based around the idea of writing systematically, NaNoWriMo is the challenge wherein one writes at least 50,000 words in November, the idea being that 50,000 is the lower limit of what could realistically be considered a novel. This Novemeber I have a fair bit of time on my hands, as currently stands.

Anyone spotted where I'm going with this?

Well, given the confluence of factors it seems silly not to, really, doesn't it? So there we go, in November propose to write a systematic novel (not that I think it'll bear any relevance to the actual Phd application, but it'll certainly be interesting to see how the experience differs from the previous two years unstructured efforts)

So here's the deal, rather than taking 50,000 words as the minimum requirement I propose to make it the limit. There are to be five protagonists, each of whom converses with the others once each (this comes to a grand total of ten conversations), as I wish them to be treated equally each chapter will be of precisely 5000 words in length. There will be a couple of other tricks and puzzles hidden in the text, but I'll leave you to work them out.

Yes, you. I need you to keep me honest. Though I am entirely intent upon seeing this project through to its completion (who knows when I'll have enough free time to try something like this again? I certainly don't intend being unemployed this time next year) there's nothing quite like the fear of falling very publically upon one's face to really get the creative juices flowing, so email me (or you might as well use comments if I've already got your email address) and let me know if you want to keep track, and I'll email you each chapter as it's completed. OK? OK.

Thankyou in anticipation. And now I'm off for lunch.

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