and i’ve written pages upon pages trying to rid you from my bones;

Yesterday I registered an account at NaNoWriMo.org, 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 50,000 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?

MOAR LYG:  get right church and let's go home;

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.

  • David

    Hurrah for NaNoWriMo, I’ll add you as a buddy. I’m never going to make 50000, but I’ll sit and type stuff anyway. Should be good fun. Last year I made 1900 before going extra depressed and quitting. It wasn’t the writing that made me sad though, despite those scant few words featuring a car crash and a funeral. It was other people.

  • Eh, other people are crap. I’ll need to try and track you down on the site as it’s not going to let me know that you’ve added me xx

  • Lola

    I am laughingly attempting Nano (very possible with the degree, inevitable job and tons of uni work, I know). But I figure that if I get my laptop by then, it gives me something to work on when I want a break from Arabic. So there.

  • Jay

    i’m doing it.

    I may even be heard to say ‘lets do this fucker’ in a manly way on november the first.

    Though at some point im may gr crazy and start quoting the phone book. It’ll be a sub plot.

  • molly

    Am so sad that you’ll be in NYC and I’m not there anymore. Boo!

  • That’s wierd. I just directed a friend of mine, also a writer, to your blog:

    Her name is Lisa-Marie (Lis), and she is the only girl I have ever met who actively writes a blog. A wonderful writer she is too. It’s a shame she live in Glasgow. Her blog is at http://lastyearsgirl.pixlet.net/ – I recommend subscribing (although she talks about those Scottish indie bands you hate). She is a magazine editor, a great writer and (most importantly) one of us. She’s intelligent, funny, concerned and attempting to write a novel. You’ll like her.

    The guy’s name is Paul. He’s a good friend of mine. He’s intelligent, funny, concerned and attempting to write a novel. You’ll like him.

    He’s also a 2004 NaNoWriMo “winner”. He finished it and everything.

    How odd that I should try to introduce the two of you when you just signed up…

  • Oh for fuck’s sake…

    “It’s a shame she live in Glasgow”

    Add an “s” to “live” to make sense of that.

    Also, if you don’t actually live in Glasgow (and I’m just being a cunt), replace said city name with the applicable.

    I’m fairly sure you do, but I’m probably wrong. I once got the color of my girlfriend’s eyes wrong. I said brown. She said green.

    Then she was cross.

  • Funny that… people always think my eyes are brown too (they’re blue).

    You’re right though, I do live in Glasgow (I didn’t when you met me right enough, but I probably told you I did because it’s probably easier than saying “a small town, near a larger town, near Glasgow).

    I’ve barely been online these past couple of days, for reasons that will become apparent in a moment, but you should be getting mail from me later.xo