A few years ago, my dear friend NP roped me into the insanity known as NaNoWriMo. 50,000 words. One novel. One month.
You have no fucking idea how hard it is to write 50,000 words of fiction in a single month.
I will not regale you with the tales of exhaustion, despair, and near-psychotic-break. Needless to say, when I wrote the final word, I basked in a sense of accomplishment and swore to myself Never. Fucking. Again.
And I'm not. Technically.
Yes, I've decided to write a complete book in the month of November. Yes, it will be at least 50,000 words. But it ain't fiction. Ergo, I'm not breaking my solemn promise to myself.
On November 1st, I'll begin writing How to Talk to an Atheist. You'll no doubt be able to amuse yourselves immensely by watching me swear, scream, weep and howl my way through it. You'll be very much a part of the process as I ask you for reality checks, fact checks, and sanity checks. At the end of this glorious process, we'll hopefully have a book whose chapters we'll be proud to hand to religious sorts when they hand us their bloody silly pamphlets. We'll have another tome to expand that infinitesimal atheism section at the bookstore with. That's the plan, anyway.
Let the record show: I never said it was a good plan.