Things may be a little quieter round here for a while, and that’s because – like some sort of glutton for punishment – I’ve signed up for National Novel Writing Month. This is the project I’ve chosen to work on for it:
In a world where those born with magic must register with the government, an angel walks into a bookshop and tells its owner to buy an old, barely-touched tome – or all those on the register will die.
A hundred miles away, a woman wakes up with a ring on her finger and no memory of the past year.
So begins a tale of traffic jams, idiotic younger brothers and how love in its many forms might just save us all.
It’s all outlined and planned, and I’m a few thousand words in. God knows whether I’ll finish this and meet the wordcount, but here goes.
