WOO HOO!

High Fructose Bullshit

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Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks this is poorly disguised propaganda.

NaNoWriMoooo

Yay! I just hit 38,516 words on my NaNoWriMo novella. I'm all caught up after spending the last two weeks a perpetual three days behind. I took Friday off from work, and the three day weekend was instrumental in my catching up.

I'm sorry to say that despite all of your wonderful suggestions, I still haven't met a title that jumped up and wow'ed me. I guess it's not the end of the world, as a publisher usually re-names a book anyway. Because you know, it's gonna be published. Suuuurrre it will.

I'm supposed to be at 50,000 words on Sunday, November 30th, and I have no doubt that I'll make it - but the book won't be done. It'll probably require at least 75,000 to 100,000 words, which means I need to keep plugging away until it's done.

A thousand words a day seems reasonable, right? Do-able.

Etcher's Law #71

Eat thee not an entire box of White Cheddar CHEEZ-ITS, lest thy urine reek of artificial flavors.

Yea verily.

I didn't make this up

Who's writing this stuff?

I'm in the middle of my NaNoWriMo novel, and my character is a recovering addict. I needed to research Narcotics Anonymous, and I came across this PDF.

It's 'DON'T' number three that really caught my eye. I know what they're getting at, but it's still funny.

Name My Baby!

NaNoWriMo is going along well enough I suppose... As of this moment, I am about 5500 words behind (supposed to write 1667 words per day), which means I have written about 15,000 words of my novel. Not too shabby.

I'm having trouble coming up with a good title though. Trouble as in, I'm clueless. I'm too close to it. Then I remembered how many great suggestions you guys came up with the last time I needed title help (unsurprisingly, Kato the Great was the winner.)

It's that time again, I'm appealing to everyone's skills with wordplay - the winner gets huzzah's and acclaim on a blog with two readers. (Woo!)

Here's the synopsis:

For unknown reasons, a man begins losing time and regressing in stages to different points of his life. He remains the same physical age, but loses memories so that from his perspective , he's back to his 30's, back to his 20's, and eventually back to a childlike state.

His personal timeline was a very troubled one, doctors can't help, insurance won't cover him, so his teenage daughter and her boyfriend have a lot to deal with taking care of him and trying to solve the mystery.

Etcher's Law #5

You're in some guy's dank basement with a bunch of other misguided hopefuls, in the midst of a fucked-up initiation rite for a particularly scary cult...

Do not say: "Y'all are fucked up, I'm out." and try to leave.

Say: "Fuck yeah! Goat blood is where it's at! Why do we only have one virgin to slay and devour? What is this, The Third World?" (Throwing up the horns is optional at this point.)

Once you are safely back in the safety of your car, drive to the nearest city and contact the FBI. You might want to stop to wash the blood off your face, or not - it would give your story more oomph.

What prompts this new Etcher's Law? A news story:

Police: Woman slain trying to leave KKK rite

"NEW ORLEANS, La. (AP) — An Oklahoma woman who was lured over the Internet to take part in a Ku Klux Klan initiation was shot and killed after the ritual went awry, and the group tried to cover it up by dumping her body on a rural roadside and setting her belongings aflame, authorities said..."

Where exactly is she scarred?

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