Good G-d! A Plot?

Sadly, I cannot offer any Amazing Tales of True Workplace Stupidity today. I did go into the office this morning, for the first time all week, but only for four hours, and no one was so thoughtful as to say anything truly moronic in that time. Rest assured, I'll bring you idiocy a-plenty next week.

I had pretty much counted myself out of NaNoWriMo. Between having no idea what to write about, and my fun brush with the plague, I'm currently sitting at nearly 17,000 words in the hole. That's a lot of catching up to do, even for a healthy person, and I'm still only good for three hours or so before I need a nap.

I figured I'd be a spectacular failure this year, and make a better start of it next time, when Adam can entertain himself for longer stretches. That knocks my extra responsibilities for the month down to blogging, and that I can handle.

Ha.

About an hour ago, an entire plot showed up uninvited and unlooked-for. It smacked me upside the head and started suggesting characters. It settled in. It kicked it's feet up. It's leaving a fully-formed, plot-sized butt print in my mental sofa.

This thing fits all the requirements. Beginning, middle, and end? Check. Speculative fiction? Check. Sounds fun to write? Check, check, and check. It's got secrets, betrayal, revenge, ass-kicking girls, handsome rakes, despicable villains, probably some thrilling duels - okay, it's a little thin on subplots right now, but they'll show up. And, really, I only need 10,000 words for a Viable Paradise application, and that's an achievable goal, even for a convalescent, right?

Sigh. So much for rest and recovery. The muses do have odd senses of humor. Cheers, ladies.