Bah, this writing gig is easy.
You learn things about yourself when you write a novel. Like, I have a fire hangup, and the ability to spin bullshit out of thin air, but being coherent is not a strong point.
WOET! as Dutch-speakers say.
For those of you from the future, this is a NaNoWriMo-related post.
ah, too true. i’ve learned some things about myself, as well. for example, i couldn’t write a plot to save me, but am great at writing extensive, descriptive paragraphs about one tiny seed as it grows forth from the ground. minor details (such as the seed) are my specialty. so far i’ve got a novel chock full of them. :|
Woet? I never say woet. No sir. No woets here.
I admit I made up the “woet” thing.
My apologies to the people of Holland.
And Dutch-speakers in Belgium and elsewhere.
Especially Rudi Carrell.
Nice! and you still have 17 days to spend making fun of the slowpokes out there.
Now, when do I get to read this thing?
i’m just tweaking a couple small things like geography, chronology and a few characters, oh and plot points to make it a little more logical…
Rudi Carell! Dear Lord, now I’ll have to think about fossils all day!
You aren’t done, you liar! You can’t be done. That would make me very, very upset. Very. Upset. I just broke 10,000 and am so far behind I will have to take my entire Thanksgiving to catch up. Don’t tell me you’re DONE even if it is true (which it’s not, liar). AAAAAAARRRGGH!
no, i’m not done, i’m just a fast typer. now i have to go fix the plot, which is hemmorraging logic at several vital points.
eh, i’ll do that tomorrow. i mean hey, i have 50,000 words, right? the pressure’s off.
ahhhh. what a feeling.
right now i think i’ll have a gin and tonic, and play a little wordracer.
You suck. You wrote 50K words? Really?
Well. I am nursing my 33K words along. Each and every one is brilliant. Yeah. Woet!