Sitting in front of a blank file titled “NaNoWriMo2009.docx” wondering where all the words that flooded my head for the past month have gone, it suddenly seems like a brilliant plan to take part in NaBloPoMo as well. This reminds me a lot of being in Uni, when it suddenly seemed like a good idea to scrub the flat from top to bottom the day before an exam, but if it gets me doing two things I want to do more of (writing and blogging), and seeing as no-one’s going to mark the results – although they may taunt me for the rest of my natural life if I fail at either – I’ll run with it. I’m tempted to make myself take a photo a day throughout November as well, and blog that, too. Hell, why not go the whole hog and run a marathon every day in November, Sarah?

November is my planned month of endless health. Technically you can’t plan these things, but it’s surely due, after spending the whole of October with various viruses. Virus begets virus, it turns out. Over the course of the month I’ve done possible ‘flu, stinking cold, tonsilitis, laryngitis, to the point that the doctor has now given me antibiotics just in case there’s something killable in there. If I was well enough to leave the house for even half of the days in the month, I’d be surprised, and when I did go out I managed to get myself attacked in Waitrose (Waitrose! Maybe you expect to get kicked by random strangers while standing in the bakery aisle of Lidl, but Waitrose?!), meaning the whole of the month of October can safely be filed under A for “Atrocious”.

But November? November, you’re going to be wonderful. Together we’ll write a book, a blog, take photographs, catch up and get ahead with work projects, leave the house on a daily basis (okay, we can work on getting to the top of the street without dying again before we start on the daily marathons), catch no germs and be okay.

C’mon November: let’s get started.