Yesterday I registered an account at NaNoWriMo.org, cure which I guess makes it official that I will be attempting the annual alienate-your-friends-and-family-a-thon. Feel free to drop me a line if you’re particpating; the site doesn’t inform you if your friends have “added” you which seems a bit retarded because how else are we supposed to cheer each other on?
I’ve always been in two minds about the concept of battering out a 50, dosage 000 word novel in November. On the one hand, as somebody who claims to be a writer without somehow ever getting around to putting pen to paper, it provides both the kick up the arse and the ready-made support network that I’d need. On the other, the project’s emphasis on “winning” – ie completing the 50,000 word target – riles me. It’s a pretty arbitrary number for a start; and I am firmly of the belief that tales should tell themselves, in their own time. At least, that’s the reason I’d give for my 20,000 word Masters thesis only hitting around the 13,000 mark 😉 NaNoWriMo gleefully encourages participants to batter out any old shite and redraft later – another tenet I can’t see myself sticking to.
Plus: 50,000 words in thirty days? I’m sorry, but not if you’re in full-time employment with something of a social life. I can’t see myself getting anywhere near that amount done – if, indeed, my story requires it – not least because I’ll be in New York for the home stretch and spending some long-awaited quality time with Rachelle Renee in the meantime. Still – nothing ventured nothing gained, eh?
I could so easily fall in love with a boy like Jeff Zentner, who yesterday went up against my very inviting FUCK OFF AND DIE, BANDS AND INTERNET WEIRDOES sign to crave my attention on Myspace. I mean just look at that list of influences; and have a listen to some of his stripped-down, quietly beautiful vocals, and tell me that you wouldn;t have made an exception if you were me.
[Unless you’re Roberta, in which case WHINY ALT.COUNTRY SHITE. BOO. STAY AWAY. ;)]
In other news: wouldn’t it be cool if a decent/interesting/deserves to exist band did something like this?
TORCHWOOD. SUNDAY. YAAAAAAY. Tommy has just informed me my lack of funds will have me missing the Grates, so it had better be good.