It's national novel writing month in November.
Or so I'm told.
The challenge: 50,000 words in 30 days.
1667 words a day, and 1657 on the last day.
How impossible-seeming.
How tantalizing.
My normal rate is only 300 words a day. Maybe a little less.
I would have to step up both my words-per-day and skill-per-words game.
And I'd have to finish, and be one of the winnars.
NaNoWriMo, here I come.
All of you will be naysayers.
We'll see how this thing goes.
We'll see indeed. After so much poetry and lyrics, prose needs a chance in my life. It'll be the Catcher in the Rye of the 21st Century.
How tantalizing x 2.
Maybe the Hamlet of the Third Millenium AD?
I dunno.
The point is, I'll be spewing and spewing and spewing and still having time for other stuff somehow.
Weekends will now have a purpose.
Staying up late will now have a reason.
I will now be able to brag.
It'll be so fucking w00t I can only hope I can follow through.
omgah please I need to pull this off.
It would be such a milestone achievement.
With that in mind, today was blah. I failed the Chemistry test. I raped the Physics test. And the French verb test.
Sandy updated her GJ format but still no BC pic from Melshuang.
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Kinda boring day, I dunno.
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EDIT: Song of the Moment: The Sex Pistols - EMI
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