T Minus...

Eight minutes and counting.

I am currently sitting in the kitchen, at the counter, but that will change before long. It smells like really nice coffee beans and buffalo chicken tenders. My wife is microwaving one of those things.

In 2004, I spent three days writing the worst thing I have ever put on paper. Seriously. The worst. It was called The Wednesday Night Movie Club and it was so terrible, fire wouldn't even catch on it because it would have been an insult to flames everywhere.

T Minus five minutes and counting.

This year, I am prepared.

This year, I will not stare at a blank screen for eight hours straight.

This year, I am not ready, because you never are, how can you be? How can one person sit down and wrie an entire novel in three days? It is, some would argue, patently impossible.

In T minus three minutes, I will begin to make the attempt to prove the impossible to be possible.

Let's Go.