The almighty author is in the midst of Camp NaNoWriMo. We’ve decided to rename camp for her this year, though. We’re calling it RoWriShiMo. Has a lyrical sound to it, no? It stands for Roz Writes Shit Month. Seriously, she’s writing short stories from only writing prompts plastered all over her floor-to-ceiling whiteboard. She thought it would be fun, but, apparently, she failed to realize that she’d basically be starting from scratch every two-three days. She loathes the “between ideas” place more than anything, and maybe even worse, she technically finishes one but can’t edit it yet because it messes with the blessed word count. She calls it “unedited shit” and has no choice but to move onto the next one. In my estimation, this it not camp, not a retreat. No, this is author hell.

Luckily for us, though, the other day she had driven herself so mad that she chucked it all across the room and began working on LAC 20. We’re whispering that LAC 19 hasn’t been released yet, another thing that drives her mad. Maybe the next time she chucks her work, she’ll get on the stick and finish up with LAC 19 and get it out there.

Regardless, if you see RoWriShiMo emblazoned on a cabin, run the other way as fast as you can.