The last Agatha Christie book that I read in preparation for NaNoWriMo (which starts today) was Black Coffee, which actually wasn’t written by her at all. Well, I guess that it was originally- the book is an adaptation of a stage play that Ms. Christie wrote back in 1930. The play was then adapted posthumously by a Charles Osbourne, who, while he is a decent writer, is no Agatha Christie. You can tell that the core of the story- the twists and turns- was concieved by Ms. Christie, but the writing itself is missing that special touch that is hers. It’s a decent read, the words just don’t sing.
And that leads me- albeit a bit negatively- to this years NaNoWriMo. For those of you who don’t know, NaNoWriMo is a word which in some language doubtless translates to “a group of crazy people who simultanously lose their minds in the month of November as they attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days”. This madcap endeavor has been going on for a number of years, I’ve only participated for the last two years- the first year I quit after a day and last year I actually succeeded in finishing! This year the adventure begins anew, as I attempt to write a murder mystery. I have most of the pieces I need, now I just need to start writing. And of course, instead, I’m writing this, and cleaning my house. But I will start, and I will succeed. And maybe, if people are interested, I’ll post bits here as I go.