‘You what?’ my husband says when I announce I’m planning to take part in NaNoWriMo (a global writers’ challenge to pen 50,000 words of a novel between 1st and 30th November).
‘Are you bonkers, Mum?’ echoes my nine year old looking up from his iPad with quirked eyebrows. ’50,000 words in a month? How on earth are you going to do that?’
‘Does it mean you won’t be able to build my Lego spaceship with me like you said you would?’ adds my youngest in a wobbly voice.
All good questions (albeit not the ‘go girl!’ cheerleader cry I’d have liked). Am I mad? Will I be able to do it? And what will it mean for my family life?
‘There’s a website about it,’ I say to the boys. ‘I could show it to you if you like. Here, Max pass me the iPad and we’ll have a look.’
There’s a short debate about whether he’ll be able to carry on with Minecraft afterwards and then he hands it over and we open the official NaNoWriMo site.