What NaNoWriMo has taught me

• Suicide is a viable alternative the shitty feeling you get from not reaching 50k.
• Insanity should be nurtured.
• Finish your damned plot and stop making your prose lengthy and purple.
• Promise to shoot yourself if you don’t finish.
• If you don’t think you can reach the 50k, fuck it; and just finish your damned plot by the end of the 30th.

1006 Words in 33 Minutes!

I’m motherfucking amazing. Thanks to this programmy thing. I have managed to come closer to catching up with my quota.

Now I just need to do it again after taking a rest.

Stupid L4D

I have played the demo of Left 4 Dead. I found it painful, annoying, and so very addictive. It’s like crack. I shoot zombies. I hit zombies. I have to save the asses of my teammates before they die horrible deaths.

And L4D is screwing with my NaNoWriMo writing quota.

Excerpt from my NaNoWriMo Novel

I rock so much. It’s either that or I havne’t had the reccomended does of real-life romance.

Well, to cover both bases, I’ll take a look at your invitations to the Club’s of Rocking So Much (no promises on a reply, because being a prick just increases my rocking so much factor) and if you happen to be a hawt girl e-mail me. (Yeah… That’ll work real well….)

Anyways, on to the excerpt!

WriMo ‘08: Day 1

I made it through the first day of NaNoWriMo with a whopping 1699 words.

It’s mostly world building right now so I may have trouble transitioning to the main plot, and my inner editor is nagging at me. Although I think I made a wonderful piece of prose.

At the Southern and Eastern borders is the mountain range, Leirain. To describe Leirain as a beautiful place is an insult to her, and a complement the word beauty, as of yet, does not deserve. Those of you who have been there can vouch for my statement. Leirain is not just a collection of great pointed mounds of earth, and for one to call her such would be a sign of ignorance and no appreciation for grandeur, but they are the slow upwards climb of trees in a multitude of amazing colours, that are no less then the height of the tallest ten men any person can find, that the greatest, of which that I have seen, needed a full minute to walk the width of the trunk, resting upon the finest granite of all the known world, that only the richest men can dream about, that architects can only dream of touching, that few men have ever seen, transitioning to the great white snow caps, reflecting the sun in the brightest romantic attraction to such a cold and harsh mistress, cutting the rock only the combined wealth of all the deceased emperors of the Swettesswan Empire can afford with careless glee, doing nature’s bidding, taunting at us, as we are only men. Each beauteous mountaintop has decided to find our land unfit for her beauty and she has decided to ascend to the stars in the slim hopes of finding a peer of her magnificence, as she has already reached above the height even gods of creation are limited to, where the earth is no longer flat, as was thought many centuries ago by the most distinguished scholars, but curved as an orange resting in the palm of your hand.

I <3 myself.

The NaNoWriMo Site is so bloody slow right now.

And I don’t think I have enough time to this on school days… NOOOOOO!!!!

IBM Model M

I’m on a blogging roll today.

Maybe it’s because I don’t have homework.

Continuing…

I got My IBM Model M keyboard in the mail yesterday. I love this keyboard. It has the most awesome springy sounds sound whenever I hit any of the keys. It just sounds freakin’ awesome.

I love typing with this. Hopefully it’ll help me complete the daunting task that is NaNoWriMo.

After NaNoWriMo I plan to convert my keyboard from boring drab

To not-boring, not-drab

I love Steampunk.

Images courtesy of http://en.wikipedia.org/ and http://www.steampunkworkshop.com/

I probably shouldn’t use the word courtesy since I didn’t really ask. Whatever.

Update:

Stupid me I filed this under rants…