Vancouver International Airport had quarantined a small section of the airport after several passengers on a flight from Mexico were "very ill." As of this time though, the plane is back in service and the people are fine. Or are they? This smells of cover-up from the highest levels. Of course Steven Harper doesn't want us to know that the outbreak is coming - and he definitely doesn't want you to go see World War Z when it comes out in June 2013.
He really doesn't want you to see that movie though, it might give you ideas on how to overthrow both he and his voting base.
I kid, I kid.
On a more serious note, I was a busy boy today, getting in over 7,000 words on my Nanowrimo project, hereinafter titled "Lucid". Par for course, the main story hasn't even taken off yet, and we are almost 17,000 words into the thing. For those playing along at home, that is slightly more than 1/3 of the way through it. Yes, I am aware that I am behind, but I am confident that it will all work out in the end. If I can nail 7K words today, then I can maintain the 1,900 a day that I need to finish on time without even breaking a sweat. Hell, I just wasted over a hundred here!
Tuesday, November 13, 2012
Friday, November 02, 2012
NaNoWriMo
I decided, somewhat on a whim, yesterday that I would try to do the National Novel Writing Month experiment once more. Last year was a success - well, I completed the task of writing 50,000 words in the month of November - and I am confident that I can make it two in a row by doing the same this year.
Writing, as of late, has really fallen by the wayside. I have no idea why. Writing relaxes me, lets me get rid of stress and gives my creativity the outlet that I so desperately crave. I love watching my characters come to life on the screen, and can't wait to see what they are going to get up to next. An hour of writing is probably the best hour I will spend in any given day. Yet, for some odd reason, I find myself finding excuses all the time not to write.
It is probably the simple fact that, as enjoyable as it is, writing is work. Hard work. A good writing session leaves me tired, just like a good work out session. And a great marathon session of writing, where the words just flow out onto the screen as fast as my thick fingers can kit the keys, leaves me exhausted. But, like a good workout (or good sex), it is a good kind of exhaustion, the kind where you have that afterglow of endorphin fueled euphoria.
So why don't I write more? I have no idea. But I am working on it.
Long story short, I am writing like crazy this month, so if I don't respond to your email or telephone call, I'll get back to you later. Maybe in December. See you then.
Writing, as of late, has really fallen by the wayside. I have no idea why. Writing relaxes me, lets me get rid of stress and gives my creativity the outlet that I so desperately crave. I love watching my characters come to life on the screen, and can't wait to see what they are going to get up to next. An hour of writing is probably the best hour I will spend in any given day. Yet, for some odd reason, I find myself finding excuses all the time not to write.
It is probably the simple fact that, as enjoyable as it is, writing is work. Hard work. A good writing session leaves me tired, just like a good work out session. And a great marathon session of writing, where the words just flow out onto the screen as fast as my thick fingers can kit the keys, leaves me exhausted. But, like a good workout (or good sex), it is a good kind of exhaustion, the kind where you have that afterglow of endorphin fueled euphoria.
So why don't I write more? I have no idea. But I am working on it.
Long story short, I am writing like crazy this month, so if I don't respond to your email or telephone call, I'll get back to you later. Maybe in December. See you then.
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