Click that link, familiarize yourself with the concept, and then reread that word with a more dramatic flair, so it sounds like a sea hardened pirate king with one hand on the helm, his other a rusted razor of a hook that’s hemp strapped to a jeweled cutlass (like a demon’s talon, blazing defiantly in the sun!), one foot upraised atop a cask of moderately valued rum, and the other being wept upon by a hundred freshly defloured pastry maidens!
Do you hear it?
It is the call of the challenge! To a land where authors brave seas of swirling plot holes and navigate through the shallow banks of filler words and choppy waves of text, all the while with their shining eyes set upon the golden land of silken verse and poetic prose.
It is the call of the desperate, pissed off procrastinators! Where burly men cry themselves to sleep at night in hopes of reading the wrath that I have wrote, of seeing the scapes that I have scoped, of losing themselves in the buxom embrace of an easy and deep novel that flirts fast and free but turns into something you may not want to show the family but you marry anyway!
It is the call to ADVENTURE!
And this November, I’m settin sail.