November; when a writer's mind turns towards the gleaming hill of NanoWriMo (GWJ Nanners). Or turkey. Or the existential dread of another family Thanksgiving. Or the incessant braying of mechanized music as retailers begin the push toward Hannakwanzamas.
A fair number of the usual crew of suspects in the Writer's Throwdown have expressed some interest in attempting to scale the mountain of words that is the NanoWriMo goal. And others are allergic to sherpas.
For our Throwdown writers who are doing Nano; pop in here, keep us posted, let us know if there's a place to read your excerpts, and feel free to plumb the vast amount of critique, nudging, and cheer-leading that this group always offers.
For our Throwdown writers who love the concept of Nano, but cannot possibly fit it in with their schedule; this is your assignment, should you choose to accept it:
Thanksgiving. Make it about family, make it about avoiding family, make it about that one time Mom drank the cooking sherry and accidentally cooked Uncle Bob in the smoker. Make it about being thankful, make it about being angry at being told to be thankful. As my 4th grade English teacher once said: "Tell me what you think about Thanksgiving." (Right before she said "Dear god child, you should see the counselor; you're not right.")
No tricky vocabulary, no word count, just tell us a story.