November is here...!
So uh, it's NaNoWriMo. I actually remembered it yesterday and was all "Fu---!" At this point, I've more or less given up before I even started.
More information about what it actually is HERE: http://www.nanowrimo.org/
BUT I decided to not be such a BITCH and set an easy target like "one idea per day". Which isn't worth shit, and is more or less nearly worse than nothing. But the deal is - get it down in words even if I don't complete it.
And then my lazy side's like "bitch, no, you can't do one a day, you failure you." So I'm inching towards "at least one idea per day" which really means it's okay if I don't have any. LOL.
So I might as well just die right now.
I was pissed mostly all day because my manager is making me move so I was being all grumpy and ignoring work, so I randomly spat out some stuff while slacking. Which is not bad. Which I can no longer do once I move.
But I spazzed out over two "ideas" and spat them out (to make up for the missed days of the month, even if I'm still missing two). I actually finished one and the rest kinda spluttered out after a while. But god, why did my imagination have to stop once it was getting good?
Obviously there's gay. There is always gay.
It's kinda disgusting because I've been really only watching anime and not reading anything so my thoughts are slowly becoming all pictures instead of words. It bothers me when I try to write something because all I see now are pictures and I'm all, whore, where are my words?
More information about what it actually is HERE: http://www.nanowrimo.org/
BUT I decided to not be such a BITCH and set an easy target like "one idea per day". Which isn't worth shit, and is more or less nearly worse than nothing. But the deal is - get it down in words even if I don't complete it.
And then my lazy side's like "bitch, no, you can't do one a day, you failure you." So I'm inching towards "at least one idea per day" which really means it's okay if I don't have any. LOL.
So I might as well just die right now.
I was pissed mostly all day because my manager is making me move so I was being all grumpy and ignoring work, so I randomly spat out some stuff while slacking. Which is not bad. Which I can no longer do once I move.
But I spazzed out over two "ideas" and spat them out (to make up for the missed days of the month, even if I'm still missing two). I actually finished one and the rest kinda spluttered out after a while. But god, why did my imagination have to stop once it was getting good?
Obviously there's gay. There is always gay.
It's kinda disgusting because I've been really only watching anime and not reading anything so my thoughts are slowly becoming all pictures instead of words. It bothers me when I try to write something because all I see now are pictures and I'm all, whore, where are my words?