Everybody's said just about everything about this election already, so there isn't too much I need to add. So instead, and in keeping with my NaNoWriMo theme of snatching up other author's styles (in case you haven't been following) I give you a modern-day trip to the grocery store, Coleridge-style. I'm calling this one

( RIME OF THE IMPATIENT HOMEMAKER )

He was a magic dragon who frolicked in the autumn mist in Honah Lee and it had been eighty-seven days since he could be brave. In the first days of summer a boy had been with him. But after forty days of painted wings and giant rings the boy's parents told him that the dragon was now definitely and finally fábula, which is the worst form of ( Read more... )

I was wondering what to do this year for the ol' Novel Writing Month, which has basically turned into this thing where instead of writing a novel, I make up some sort of weird nutty writing assignment and go to it until I get busy with something else.

And then drinky_lemur mentioned in a post yesterday that he was once given an assignment to write in the ( Read more... )

Counting my next update, this thing is at eleven thousand two hundred-something words. Of course, this is counting last year's contribution, as well as the fact that some of these words aren't really real words. Like "Yyyyyyyyup".

Anyway: ( They awoke to the sound of some kind of tapping on their roof. )

Given that it's NaNoSlaMo (National November Slacking Month), I thought I might trot out the story from last year and add something to it. I know that's against the regulations and all, but then we'll see how busy I am this month and whether anything more really gets done.

However, in the meantime I actually do have an update for the story.

( Cut for your pleasure )

Here's the next part of things. We'll be back to the time machine in a second, but first:

( On a world far away from the two men lunching... )