Mr Wiggins sent me this quote from Romeo and Juliet which he says is one of his favourites. I think it's a perfect starting point for my first day of NaNoWriMo
True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain,
Begot of nothing but vain fantasy;
Which is as thin of substance as the air,
And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes
Even now the frozen bosom of the north,
And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence,
Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.
That was Mercutio, my favourite character from R&J. Good stuff! Thank you Mr Wiggins (this is why I like the guy so much).