By Robin Kaye Every November when NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) rolls around, I’m always flying at lightning speed toward a December deadline. I hate the word deadline, but that’s a topic for another blog. I wish I can really do NaNoWriMo—not just try to get 50,000 words written in a month, which I’ve been known to do when I’m speeding toward the big “D.” I want to start a new book at the beginning and write my little heart out; to fully immerse myself in my characters and story line; to get that cool little winner doohickey to put on my website. Winner! Ah, that must be so wonderful! Alas, NaNoWriMo just doesn’t jibe with my publication schedule, but New Years does. I awoke New Years Day still suffering from the stomach flu and wishing I was hung over. At least when you wake with a hang over, you usually had fun the night before, and there are all sorts of age-old remedies for it—a known cure. The flu—not so much. Still, despite the queasiness, there was that excitement bub...
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