…do you know where your novel is? Mine is located somewhere to the left of my medulla oblonglata.

(Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.)

My novel is post-apocalyptic.

It will not feature ninjas.

It probably will not feature pizza. Unless, perhaps, characters discuss pizza within the context of bygone days, as in Boy, do I sure miss those bygone days when pizza was plentiful and we had electric ovens in which to cook the pizza. Which sounds boring. So no, I do not think my novel will feature pizza.

It will feature zombies (but mind you, this isn’t necessarily a zombie apocalypse).

It may or may not feature gratuitous brain-eating. I can guess, however, that the amount of gratuitous brain-eating would have a direct correlation to my concern over my word count/lack thereof. After all, one of the most common suggestions for getting rid of writer’s block is to describe something in almost excruciating detail.  Brain-eating, IMHO, would trump dappled sunlight on the forest floor or whatever. And if the brains get old, there are many other organs I can move on to. With NaNo, it’s always good to have a back-up plan.

Six days and counting.