About
The one who posts: Based in, though not native to, Australia.
The book: It’s chick lit women’s literature. Gloriously frivolous chick lit women’s literature. Don’t knock the genre – Jane Austen is apparently classed as such a writer, too.
The reason for writing: The good Lord only knows, because the writer doesn’t. It’s partly escapism, she suspects. Partly the need to give it one last selfish hurrah before she gives her life over to Mommydom and eternal selflessness. Mostly the need to leave some kind of legacy – even if it’s in the form of chick lit rather than the cure for cancer.
The deadline: Saturday 5 March 2011. 100,000 words, give or take 20,000.
