Nano I have beat your sorry ass!

I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON! I WON!
Take that bitches.

Nano Update!

Well, I made it thru the first half of the month and nearly bagged the project every day this last week. But, after 4 days of schlumpiness on the writ front, I stubbornly sat down and wrote 6,400 words today to get back into the running. I am even a few words ahead. Don't worry though, in 2 hours and 18 minutes, I will once again be behind.

Word Count: 26,713 (85 pages)

Yay me.

Beware Ladies!

Writing your own novel may cause you to create a hero with whom you will fall madly in love.

If you think that the idea of a man who willingly changes himself is the ideal fantasy, imagine someone who you can create from scratch! And, he comes with all the malleability of play-doh and legos combined.

Take care, though, to give him some flaws, because eventually (after he has completely disturbed your sleep cycle) he will betray the heroine (your thinly veiled avatar) and you will spend many nights cursing him. It's good to have some ammunition stacked up for that eventuality.

PS. I know this post is poorly written. You try writing blogs after a cup of coffee, a pint of beer and 4,000 words spewed into a spiderweb narrative of questionable dignity.

Wander-lusty

I was only lost on this bridge like 8 times today. Or, maybe it was another bridge, I can't tell, they all share some sort of similar characteristics that classify them in the bridge category, no? It would be like telling the difference between children, peanut butters, republicans, or some other inconsequential nothings.
P.S. Please tell cranky man at the burrito shop that I am not visiting every day because I have a massive burning crush on him. I just don't know anywhere else to go.

NaNo is Upon us agaiN...

Fear not, gentle readers, that I should bore you with the detailed musings of a blocked writer, nor that I should post my word counts religiously this year. I know that bores anyone not intimiately involved in the half cocked scheme. All I gotta say is Damn! I am busy this time 'round. Perhaps this will force me to actually finish this year.

Stay tuned for yet another post on the coolness of Stumptown (as they call it here, although I haven't figured out why.)