It is not yet 6am on Sunday 1st November 2009, and it is the first day of National Novel Writing Month (#nanowrimo). I have a vat of delicious Ethiopian Sidamo coffee on the brew. I have music. I have the peace and quiet of the early morning. I have bread baking in the breadmaker behind me, ready to reward me in a few hours time for my efforts. The cat lies beside me on a chair, content to keep me company.
I have characters. I have a plot. I have the ability to do this.
How does it begin?
Ah, yes. With the very first words...
"The boy awoke to both light and darkness, to both warmth and cold."