A Caring Umbrella Of Tolerance

Thinking about it, I do, in actual fact, like a smart arse. I can say, quite safely, that there is at least one smart arse who I like on an individual basis and also that, generally speaking, I quite like it when people behave in a smart-arsed fashion. So remember, next time you say that nobody likes a smart arse, that you are, in fact, wrong.

But don't tell the person you're talking to, because you'll just look stupid.

NaNoWriMo: It's Only Words

Fifty thousand, two hundred and sixty of them, to be precise. I am a winner. This means I have won.

And I am knackered.

NaNoWriMo: Beating The Pain Barrier

I was getting worried. Not very worried, you understand, just a little. I seemed to be slowing down, my time was filling up, I was feeling crap, I just didn't have anything to suggest I could reach fifty thousand words other than my raw determination.

Today, I squeezed over three and a half thousand words out of that determination.

That leaves me with only 7616 words to go. That's only about 1270 per day. Even discounting Saturday, when I'll be at Bradley all day, that's only 1523 per day. That's over one full day ahead of schedule. And there's really no reason I can't do this again tomorrow (though I probably won't, that said). It's looking good. Better than good. My determination has something to feed off now.

Hear me roar.

The Best Part Is Always The Certificate

I'll be honest, eager though I was to take part in the Young Leaders' training course (it's a Scouting thing, for those of you out of that particular loop), and as much faith as I had in the people who were running it (even if Trev does support Sunderland), I didn't really expect to enjoy it all that much. I was really in it for, well, the training. But thanks to the structure and content, and to the afforementioned people running it, and most certainly to the rest of the damn silly lot on the course, I had a thoroughly good time. I won't go into it because for me to do so would probably bore various items of clothing off you and that could be embarrassing, particularly if you're reading this at a public terminal somewhere, but I feel that if I will insist on having a pretty much totally self-based corner of the Internet to blabber into it the least I can do is to acknowledge the aceness of people and things that make my world a more enjoyable, and a much more envelopey place.

NaNoWriMo: Whoa-oh, Living On A Prayer

This time I really am halfway.

Woo!

NaNoWriMo: Whoa-oh, We're Halfway There

Today, I passed the halfway mark of fifteen thousand words.

Now, I appreciate that, mathematically speaking, fifteen thousand is not half of fifty thousand. That much cannot be easily denied. But I have found that there is great comfort to be taken in referring to fifteen thousand as halfway, and there is nothing that can be done to prevent me from continuing to do so.

So there.

NaNoWriMo: My Own Worst Enemy

Today's writing was rather hindered by a migraine that put me out of action for most of the afternoon. Still, after throwing up several times and spending a silly amount of time in bed, I was back on my feet and back on my keyboard and have kept my average daily wordcount over two thousand, well on track to finish. Mark one, migraines nil.

Well, the NaNoWriMo front page tells me that, provided everyone has bothered to update their wordcount and, more to the point, telling the truth, twenty-four million, eight-hundred and thirty-eight thousand, three-hundred and forty-two words have so far been written as part of National Novel Writing Month, solely for their own sake.

That's totally bloody crazy.

NaNoWriMo: Day One

Well, one day and two thousand one hundred and seventy-three words into Moules Frites, I have to say it's going rather better than I expected. Hacking out my quota for the day hasn't eaten up as much of my time as I expected, and I've solved my initial problem of getting stuck and bored with what I was writing by sticking two fingers up to both chronological ordering and writing sections in the order they'll appear. Now I just write the bit I want to write and put it where I think it goes best, and my wordcount is much healthier for it - I took about two and a half hours to reach one thousand and about one extra to reach where I am now.

It's been fun so far...