National Novel Writing Month (or Nanowrimo) and this year, I've decided to join in. I know, I know. I'm not a fiction writer. I'm a poet. But ever since I left Pennsylvania, I haven't been able to shake the story of the town of Pithole, an oil boom town from the late 1860s. The history of the town and the characters who lived there have been under my skin for the past six months. I've written endless poems about them (a whole book of them if you can believe) but still can't shake the characters. So, I'm trying to write myself out of Pithole with a novel. Or, rather, something which will be more like a novella. So far, I've written just under 5000 words and I'm still going strong.