Urg, I feel like I've just woken up from a long winter's nap. Or come out of a coma. Or been startled awake by the sound of my own snort. Hey, can you guess what happened to me while I was unconscious?? Yep--Nano sucked the very life out of me. Took it right out. One word at a time, it did, until I have become nothing more than an empty suit of human skin whose vocabulary consists of words like "stuff" and "things" and "you know." You know.
As for you, well, thanks for hanging out and waiting on me and writing weird stuff in my comments section! You've kept me going in so many ways, mostly by making me laugh and shake my head in puzzlement (one guess as to who I am referring to here). The really lovely thing that I have learned about my blog is that, thanks to you, it has actually become self-sustaining! The things you have to say to one another are so very interesting and full of references to smarty things that I have become a happy voyeur into your thinking heads. So thank you, and please don't stop now. Or ever. I need you, doggonit.
I do intend to finish this nasty little battle with words and time that I started 26 days ago. I'm 42,000 words in and I ain't stopping until I achieve complete insanity which, according to my schedule, should arrive at any moment now. When I am done on Friday--and, oh, yes, I will be done--I will have the victory of 50,000 words to keep me warm and sustain me through the long, cold winter ahead.
Keep hanging in there with me, my friends, and I shall soon reward you with wit and wisdom and tales of little children. Or at least I'll give you the diversion you need to keep you from doing the things you really need to do. And that, my dears, is what blogger friendship is really all about, isn't it?
6 comments:
she lives!! and she writes!! and she's pretty damn humor-us
Velkom home, dahlink.
Hellloooooo there you NaNo monster, you! You and Doris are MY inspiration for this year. I let things drop. With a thick thud on the floor, all those useless words of Moi's. All 10,000 of 'em. Which frees Moi to cheerlead you two on. And ponder AJ's own mad prose skillz.
For you nanophiles (both striving and lapsed) here is a quote from the New Yorker's Adam Gopnik in an essay about compacted (edited down) editions of masterpieces like Moby Dick and Vanity Fair.
"The real lesson of the compact editions is not that vandals should not be let loose on masterpieces but that materpieces are inherently a little loony. They run on the engine of their accumulated habits and wierdnesses and self-indulgent excesses. They have to, since originality is, necessarily, something still strange to us, rather than something we already know about and approve. What makes writing matter is not a story cleanly told, but a voice, however odd or ordinary, and a point of view, however strange or sentimental."
Since you are all in a catagory that could be considered pretty loony, I think there is hope!
28 days until miss wicked has a free Dead Guy Ale in her cramped little hand.
yay Jesus !!!
Can Wicked have one in each hand? Please?
we can glue one to each of you're *fingers* if your up for it.
that's nine beers at once! yow h00ba !
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