Okay, there’s no way I’m going to be able to write a 50,000 word novel this month between a full time job and a new baby. I mean, my wife needs me to help take care of that baby and I can’t just bail out on that. Those diapers aren’t going to change themselves, you know. (Or are they? … Wait, what? No, that’s crazy … that’s the sleep deprivation talking.)

But then I was thinking, I could attempt to write 5,000 words about me writing a 50,000 word novel in a month. Think of it as a meta-NaNoWriMo, if you will — a fictionalized account of the totally awesome novel I would have written this month if only I had the time. So I present to you Chapter 1 from Tesla 2010.

It’s NaNoWriMo time again! Over a hundred thousand people around the world are attempting to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. I participated last year and it was a lot of fun. So, do I participate again this year?

On the one hand, I already have a basic idea that I think would be interesting. On the other … I have a baby. Where the heck am I going to find the time? I mean, I barely have time to finish this blog po–

So … I was at this party once and this woman came wandering over with a big tupperware container of something. Then she opened the container and said, “pot brownie?”

Now, I didn’t know what a pot brownie was but I figured it was something like pot roast or pot stickers and I love brownies … maybe they were brownies cooked in a pot? I don’t know. So I enthusiastically said, “Sure!”, grabbed one and shoved it in my mouth.

Now … okay, yeah, it did taste a little funny, kinda herby, but I figured that’s what happens when you make brownies in a pot. Or something. Then I heard the woman go to the next group and say, “marijuana brownie?” and I was like, “mari-whuaaah?”

So I discretely spit out the brownie into a napkin and eventually disposed of it. Not that I have anything against recreational drugs but they do tend to lower inhibitions and if there’s one thing I don’t need less of, it’s inhibitions. And that is the story of how I chewed but did not ingest marijuana.

Anyways, here in California, we’re about to vote on Proposition 19 which would legalize marijuana. Seeing as how the majority of my readers are in California (hi Mom and Tracy!) I just wanted to voice my support of it, even though I personally don’t use marijuana because I feel that the cost of prosecution and incarceration far outweighs and costs of legalization.