So I promise myself I’m going to knock out 50,000 words in November, which means I’ll have to sacrifice any spare time I have. Okay. And what do I do? I go shopping and pick up four books I really want to read – so much so that I can’t pick which one I want to read first. And to make matters worse, Modern Warfare 2 is 9 days away. And how the hell I’m supposed to resist breaking that baby out soon as it pops through the letterbox is… well the chances are slim and nil really. Balls. I’m going to write this book. Sleep is cancelled. I may end up in involuntarily growing a Movember moustache now.