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scrawls

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2.11.05

nanowri no.

national novel writing month: Vetoed by me. there exists more than one person that keeps saying i ought to write something longish, and publishable, with chapters and plot and main characters and et cetera, and i don't think i have the attention span for it. i can't do the story arc. the moving forward of plot. and conversation - i absolutely cannot write conversation. it always is so stilted, and so fake, and it ends up being pages and pages long of "Oh." and "..." and but that's how i talk. right? so all the advice about Write how whatever just utterly fails. Conversation? Not my thing. Plot. Not my thing. and while conversation is expendable, plot is not so much. and experimental fiction by unknowns is not the sort of thing that gets picked up by actual money-making publishing houses. experimental nonfiction not so much either, really, for that matter. so. while it might be nice. but ...

and i can't even say i'm going to blog every day for it, because i'm quite obviously not, as there is a plane trip to the middle of Unknown, Washington at the end, and even if there is internet there, it wouldn't quite make a good impression on the Family that i have Only Just Become Attatched To if i was staring at a monitor the whole time? Plus i'd have to hit it on the weekends.

scrawled @ 17:55