Archive for November, 2009

Yes, it has been a couple of weeks since my last post. But it was full of boobie goodness, so I can be forgiven, right? Right.

In case you didn’t know, November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo, not NAMBLA. I don’t know why I keep screwing that up). Don’t worry, I’m not participating this year, you don’t have to slog through post after post of angst about writers block or updates on my word count or how I’m going to hang myself for ever getting into it in the first place. No, I did all that back in 2005. When I won. A 50,000 word novel in 30 days. That’s what I did. By hand. In pencil. Did I mention that I won?

But this post isn’t really about me (did I mention that I wrote long hand? With a pencil? I did? Oh, ok). It’s about all you other poor suckers who have gotten sucked into obsessions about if it’s ethical to write very, very, very, very, very, very long descriptions in an effort to pad your word count or if  you should use your main character’s full name every single time you mention him/her/it. Yes, this post is in honor of those silly friends of mine who were seduced by the literary slut of NaNoWriMo. For she is, indeed, a slut. She seduces thousands of people every year into living with her, where she bleeds them dry of all their creative juices and their will to live.

But this is just the first day. I’ll save the motivational talk for later on in the month. And if this is your first time, be warned: NaNo (as she likes to be called by her pets) can be a cruel mistress, but damn is she good!