NaNoooooo
Q. You know what I hate about NaNoWriMo?
A. About 95% of the people participating in it.
Yes, I'm a misanthrope, but I hate basically everyone spamming my friends list with their progress: first I get jealous because they've written thousands of words in one day, and then I follow links to samples of what they're writing, and it's so bad it BURNS. Yes, I know it's unedited, and that I could just remove it from my friends list...but the hatred spurs me on. I mean, how's this for a description of someone's difficulty with their first chapter: "My muse ate my plotbunny." YOU WOT? Talking about 'muses' and 'plot bunnies' is the literary equivalent of a doctor referring to someone's genitals as a pee-pee. It might fly for fanfiction, or (for doctors) in those mobile free clinics where they check homeless people for crabs, but surely novels require a little more? It points to the overwhelming lack of purpose for these people's writing. Why would you attempt to write a novel if the only inspiration you had was the fleeting fancy you describe as a 'muse'? What about purpose, what about a message, what about speaking your truths to the world? WHY ARE YOU WRITING A NOVEL IF YOUR ONLY GUIDING PRINCIPLE IS IMAGINARY BUNNIES THAT TELL YOU STORIES IN YOUR HEAD? ONLY HUNTER S THOMPSON COULD PULL THAT SHIT OFF. BUT ONLY BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HAD A POINT, NOT JUST HALLUCINATIONS.
I wouldn't be this bitter if I were actually confident in my own abilities.
People have every right to splash around with words and write a novel purely for their own enjoyment. My snobbishness shouldn't dissuade anyone (which is why I've locked this entry!)
I'm like a second-rate musician taking vindictive pleasure in tearing apart an ABBA cover band: missing the point entirely. They're having fun. I'm insecure, and too lazy to compensate for that with hard work. I have malice instead! And a blog! I'm unstoppable.
I don't think this entry had any purpose; nor was it worded very well. I ran out of painkillers and the pharmacy is closed, so I'm trying to get rid of my vicious, relentless period pain with cheap port. Aieeeee, I hurt! Must drink more. Ouch.
I haven't read any NaNo stuff from anyone I actually know, so don't be worrying that this is some sort of thinly veiled personal attack! I don't do that stuff. Good luck with your novels, and with not plumbing the same depths of pettiness as myself!
A. About 95% of the people participating in it.
Yes, I'm a misanthrope, but I hate basically everyone spamming my friends list with their progress: first I get jealous because they've written thousands of words in one day, and then I follow links to samples of what they're writing, and it's so bad it BURNS. Yes, I know it's unedited, and that I could just remove it from my friends list...but the hatred spurs me on. I mean, how's this for a description of someone's difficulty with their first chapter: "My muse ate my plotbunny." YOU WOT? Talking about 'muses' and 'plot bunnies' is the literary equivalent of a doctor referring to someone's genitals as a pee-pee. It might fly for fanfiction, or (for doctors) in those mobile free clinics where they check homeless people for crabs, but surely novels require a little more? It points to the overwhelming lack of purpose for these people's writing. Why would you attempt to write a novel if the only inspiration you had was the fleeting fancy you describe as a 'muse'? What about purpose, what about a message, what about speaking your truths to the world? WHY ARE YOU WRITING A NOVEL IF YOUR ONLY GUIDING PRINCIPLE IS IMAGINARY BUNNIES THAT TELL YOU STORIES IN YOUR HEAD? ONLY HUNTER S THOMPSON COULD PULL THAT SHIT OFF. BUT ONLY BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY HAD A POINT, NOT JUST HALLUCINATIONS.
I wouldn't be this bitter if I were actually confident in my own abilities.
People have every right to splash around with words and write a novel purely for their own enjoyment. My snobbishness shouldn't dissuade anyone (which is why I've locked this entry!)
I'm like a second-rate musician taking vindictive pleasure in tearing apart an ABBA cover band: missing the point entirely. They're having fun. I'm insecure, and too lazy to compensate for that with hard work. I have malice instead! And a blog! I'm unstoppable.
I don't think this entry had any purpose; nor was it worded very well. I ran out of painkillers and the pharmacy is closed, so I'm trying to get rid of my vicious, relentless period pain with cheap port. Aieeeee, I hurt! Must drink more. Ouch.
I haven't read any NaNo stuff from anyone I actually know, so don't be worrying that this is some sort of thinly veiled personal attack! I don't do that stuff. Good luck with your novels, and with not plumbing the same depths of pettiness as myself!