Facebook Friend: "I've decided to do NaNoWriMo this year. 50,000 words in 30 days, blahblahblah..."
Me: "I thought of doing that once and writing a story that's sort of a combination of Patrick O'Brian and H.P. Lovecraft. I'd call it Master and Cthulhu."
Friend: "You must! I mean, come on: O'Brian even has a book call The Yellow Admiral which is already *this* close to the Admiral in Yellow. Ocean voyages...sunken cities of madness...this stuff writes itself! You owe it to the world, man! C'mon..do it! All the cool kids are!"
So now I'm thinking about it. Even slinging bullshit, can I get 50,000 words out in a month? I must admit, it's very tempting.
And even along the lines of what I discussed above. I wrote a short piece about 18 months ago that was accepted by a Lovecraft-inspired e-zine. I even noticed that Crum just found it a couple of weeks back. I figure a fictitious early 19th Century sea voyage of a ship named Innsmouth from the east coast to the Pacific Northwest - through the mysterious waters of the South Pacific, home to R'lyeh, and the big smelly mud-flat of Lovecraft's Dagon, with some native-bred-to-Deep-One intrigue (linking the Pacific-origin of the "Innsmouth Look" to the ship and the story), apeshit madness and mutiny, and throw in the discovery of some bizzare, artifact-driven combination of celestial navigation and ship propulsion that brings Yog-Sothoth into play and I could probably cobble together 50,000 words of crud under the "No plot, no problem!" mantra.
I must admit, it is tempting...since I'm living 400+ miles from my family and have no friends I have several hours a night. It would put that 18 month-old blog with just two posts on it to some use. I'm about 95% sold on the idea of it.