That’s me, although I don’t know if I look it or not. But I think I have a book in me, and I think it’s a use­ful one as well. The sub­ject has to do with music and cul­ture (of course). My plan is to write a sub­stan­tial intro­duc­tion and, with that mate­r­ial, see what the prac­ti­cal pos­si­bil­i­ties might be (I know, it’s a book, just humor me).

I’m going to piggy-back along with National Novel Writ­ing Month. Say what you will about it, but any­thing that can help any­one orga­nize them­selves to write 50,000 words is okay in my book. My short term goal is nowhere near that intense, and on good days I can get 4,000–5,000 words out, but with a fam­ily, there aren’t too many of those days. But the topic is large-scale and I’m not in a hurry. I want to make my case, present my ideas, and I have the lux­ury, such as it is, of not hav­ing a dead­line, along with no com­mis­sion or advance. The plan, hope­fully, will change those last parts.

In terms of the writ­ing, you, my dear read­ers, can help me with your encour­age­ment and your curios­ity about any progress I may, or should, be mak­ing. Check in, ask in (espe­cially those of you read­ing this post via face­book), and I will post updates on my progress — this is another strong fea­ture of NaNoW­riMo, that feel­ing that you aren’t the only one zonk­ing your eyes and devel­op­ing carpal tun­nel. That, and their “Pro­cras­ti­na­tion Sta­tion.” Wish me luck, and if you catch me goof­ing off, remind me of what I should be doing.