The following was written by pathwaytomars over at the Flat Flops blog.
It’s NaNoWriMo folks and we know what that means! It means a flat full of people (who don’t actually share a flat anymore) are holding each other close as they weep because they now have to an extra 1,667 words a day and have only themselves to blame. Soon the smells of tea and coffee will be wafting through the streets of Southampton and random strangers will be accosted at bus stops and asked “Why? Why did i kill him?” and then shocked policemen will discover that the victim in question was fictional. Poor sweet flat floots, poor naive writers, poor over worked keyboards! We think of you only with love and a small amount of pity.
Willow H. Wood 