Folks joke that the idea of a ‘suffering artist’ is redundant — I’ve noticed myself that I write more and better when I’m in a foul mood, which means I’m not usually writing as well or as much as I could, since I am, generally, a pretty satisfied and happy guy.

So I’ll say this for the holiday season and NaNoWriMo:

Brilliant timing.

If there’s a book in me anywhere, then by god I ought be able to write it this month. Heck, I might be able to put out another one in December; maybe before the 20th.