Andy writes

Andy writes a post from his old mailing list.

nano #3

Reality: writing this at 5:03AM. This is what college will do to you.

In any case, still pleased that writing happened instead of doing some silly haiku and getting sleep. Well, pleased now, anyway; perhaps not so pleased tomorrow. But just goes to show: habits can make priorities change, and the changing of this one is enjoyable.

Standard NaNo disclaimer. It is moving slowly; that should be part of the NaNo disclaimer as well. But with any luck, this will take off once I finally sit down and churn out a few thousand words to get the party started.

fluff stuff

Andy writes.

nano #2

Next part. Remember: written without editing, NaNo style, fast as possible to try and get to 50k.

fluff stuff

Filler–tomorrow will be more NaNo.

nano #1

Well hot damn.

NaNo, as my boyfriend informs me, may not be something y’all know about. It boils down to this: thirty days, 50,000 words, one novel. Yes, that is very fast. Yes, that is a very short amount of time. Yes, most of it will be crap (amateurs and veterans alike agree on that). But you know what? That is one more novel, currently crappy or not, than you had written before.

And that’s not half bad.

This is. Bad, I mean. But there’s a joyous fun in that, isn’t there? I’ve done NaNo three times before, so there must be.

[Note: Be prepared for shameless word-padding, confusing dialogue, etc. I'll occasionally add clarifying notes, but if I haven't, you're not misreading anything. This is a very raw display of writing in progress, with all the desperation, confusion, and whining that entails.]

nano snippet

One little 75ish-word snippet of a first attempt. Nothing is going very well but hopefully that’ll change when I reorganize my priorities–beginning a novel at 2AM is not the best idea…

sick haiku #2

So sick. It’s bad. Ugh. Entry will be more haiku. Surprised? Not by now.

sick haiku

Sick. Very. As in, sick enough to walk very slowly for fear of falling over, and to carry around a plastic bag at all times in case of rapid meal evacuation from the mouth, so to speak.

But still, I write. At least a little. Because I will never get over the diagnosis my health services attempted to give me. Listen to the patient when they tell you they get strep >8 times a year, okay? Especially when they turn out to be, unsurprisingly, right in this case as well.

Rant over. If you’d like to see something of substance, I’d recommend checking out this awesome video, provided by the boyf.

suck haiku

Suck haiku are a NaNo tradition.

Hopefully this blog will soon contain another NaNo tradition–i.e., an actual NaNo…