Oct 30, 2006 Blog General
Thanks to John’s guilt filled missionary-esque efforts, I have taken on a bit of soul finding during the month of November. No, I’m not getting all philanthropically charged just in time for the holidays, but rather taking on a selfish solo endeavor. I’m chasing the great American Dream (the one that doesn’t involve Baseball or MLMs): I’m writing a Novel!
Yes I’ve pledged to be a Wrimo for the whole month of November. I shall produce dry diologue and un-inspired characters and will glow in the self-satisfaction that comes from actually completing a piece of fiction (not talking about this blog BTW). I will type furiously producing thunderous clacking of keys and a tornado fury of keyboard dust and forehead sweat with the hopes that most of the words will be real enough to lookup in Webster’s and the sentences will not run on and on and on (again, not the blog). Somehow, I’ll conjure up the Great Spirit of Novel Writing, my eyes will roll back in my head, and I will have created a masterpiece of 50,001 words by November 30th–Midnight. Hopefully I’ll still have a wife, a son, a job, a house, a dog, a fish and a rabbit when I awaken from my hypnosis at the end of the month. If I achieve my goal and my wrists had not yet shattered from carpal tunnel’s, I’ll guarantee to induce the syndrome by the successive patting of my own back.
If you are a friend you may want to shy away from me during the first week of December. If I happen to cross paths with you then, I’m sure I’ll insist on your reading of my daft manuscript. But I have to warn you while I’m sane: No matter how much I promise that you can tell me your honest opinion of it and I’ll take it constructively, please oh please be a true friend and LIE. Lie to me blue in the face like the devil himself has your arm twisted behind your back with a shiv up against your kidneys. I honestly won’t be able to handle your honesty at that moment. My ego will look tall on the outside (that’d be the self-patting of the back talking), but will indeed be very shallow and fragile from within. Instead, you’d be better off waiting until I let it sit and age for six months before I re-read it and declare the piece “a waste of a month of my life”. Then and only then would it be ok for you to agree with me.
So enough with the self-deprecation. Enough with the build-up. Let’s get this new project (that will more-likely-than-not see the same demise as almost all my projects) started!
Join us! Visit the National Novel Writing Month site today and become a Wrimo yourself. (I know, I know: I was pretty convincing, wasn’t I?)