6 AM on The third day...

Like my characters in the desert, I'm up before dawn. Suddenly want to be out of Los Angeles as soon as possible, and on the road again.

I woke this morning thinking about pressure - there's a lot involved in something like this. This is my second novel, the first one was carefully crafted over the course of more than a year, if not longer. It's not a question of whether I can write a novel in the next 27 days - I know I'll come up with something - it's a question of whether I can write something compelling, entertaining, relevant - even the elusive "good." Something worth the effort in other words.

It's a tall order...

Anyway, I just packed some Tolkein for inspiration...