That’s me on eleven thousand words. And, strange as it may seem, it’s not going all that badly.

I’ve already ripped out a chunk of my outline and replaced a PUAs meeting with an avon-lady suicide cult.

I wrote a draft of this back in 1998. So I dug this out and I’m reading through it and the notes I made at the time.

And it’s terrible! There’s no overall direction to the plot, characters explode into the narrative then disappear and the whole sub-plot about the MC’s pornography collection seems stupid and trite now.

Still, that was the pinnacle of personal artistic achievement thirteen, fourteen years ago and if I hadn’t written that, I would’ve missed lessons that got me to where I am today.

I don’t know what’s happened all all my writing buddies on NaNoWriMo either. not one of them’s put their head over the parapet this year.

Luckily, the new weird/bizarro/gritty surrealism thread (under ‘other genres’ on the NaNoWriMo forums) is still going strong, a shining beacon of hope to creeps, weirdos and the unusual everywhere.

 

 

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Doing for the english language what blondie did for the fossil record.

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