Yes, there have been no updates lately, but that is because – well -
With a view towards relaxation and general surfing, I trolled LJ for funny icons, and came up with quite a crop.
Archive | Nanowrimo RSS feed for this section
The Happy Dance
28 NovLetters To Mostly Imaginary Entities
14 NovDear Perpetual Mower Of The Lawn Outside My Apartment,
I wonder if you are aware that -
(a) We are currently well into the month of November
(b) All this cursed grass is three-quarters dead anyway and
(c) What’s left will be under six inches of snow before the month is out.
If you will insist on making that bloody racket, kindly consider this your official three-minute notice for impending manual strangulation.
No Love,
Your Neighbour
Dear Mystery Gift To My Husband On His Birthday,
Why so shy? It’s all right to make yourself known to me. This game of hide and seek is getting old, and it’s no use hinting to me that you’re somewhere in my mind. It’s a big place, you know.
Come out, come out wherever you are!
love,
Wendelin
Dear Chapter 14:
You wanna play hard to get? Go ahead. I’m up for it. It’s on, baby.
Sincerely,
Your soon-to-be-author
Dear Secret Stuff I’m Making For The Birthday,
You’d better turn out good, OR ELSE.
Regards,
Your MakerPS: pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease… come on…
Dear Other Work I’m Supposed To Do This Week,
You know you’re screwed, right? Just checking. I don’t like it when either one of us is deluded.
Best wishes,
Wendelin
Winds of Change
8 NovHey, Rumsfeld’s out! Democrats are in! Will they pull out of Iraq? Will they flounder and fripper and do nothing much? Ooooh, the suspense is unbearable!
Today I brought in a guy with a pearl-studded gun into the blasted novel. Will the girl he shot die? Will she live? Will she breathe her last jusssst as she’s about to spill her dark secret? Ooooh, the suspense is unbearable!
And hey, hanging chad jokes may be on their way back in. Do we celebrate? Do we groaaannn? Oooh, the suspense is unbearable!
Bail Me Out!
7 NovMy need for self-flagellation is immense. Must be. Why else would I do this? Climb mountains just because they’re there, get inspired by the words “One giant leap for mankind”, dream up stupendous air castles and then try to build them. I put the Priori of Scion to shame.
Ah, who am I kidding? I’ve gotten so lazy these days that the least effort sends me on these flights of self-pitying fancy.
You guessed it, I’m in trouble with my book. Bloody book. Stinking, mucky, pathetic, pretentious, sorry-assed excuse for a book which isn’t worth the electrons it burns out as it sits on my computer screen. Oh, shitty book.
I don’t have writers’ block, OK? Read this post. Hullo? I am writing. OK? These are words and they are coming out of my fingertips. My left brain is not suddenly bereft of words or barren of thoughts. Bereft! Look at that! I haven’t used that word in years, but it just dripped off my keyboard … effortlessly. Like rain from a thundercloud, only with a clattery sound rather than – you know – thundery.
This is clearly not writers’ block.
What this is I don’t know, but you gotta help me. I don’t know what to do next with my novel… I am completely stuck, and so you have to pick something for me, and I will write it into the book and that will give me a way to move onward. Vote on something in the column on the right – this is stuff I have mined randomly from the dares flying around on the NaNoWriMo forums.
Ready? Set… vote!
Ack! Pearls!
2 NovYou people are crazy to have picked that, I know nothing about pearls. Or Hyderabad. Shit. I’ve only been there once, and that was when I was 3!!
They’re big in Japan, right? OK. Evil Japanese conglomerate attempts takeover of local Hyderabadi pearl-seller’s business and bodies – Hyderabadi bodies, Japanese bodies, oyster bodies – shall start to accumulate.
Oh, I don’t know. I’ll think of something.
Word count: 3,580 (NaNoWriMo servers are clogged, I can’t update my counter)
Body count: 0
Chips consumed: 0 (I didn’t buy any, BWAHAHAHAHA!)
Mary Jane toffees consumed: 18 (Halloween leftovers 
)
Weight: Pre-NaNo-pounds + 1 (le sigh)
Ready, Set…
31 OctThe verdict is in.
1. Romance – 22% (4 votes)
2. Fantasy – 11% (2 votes)
3. Mystery – 67% (12 votes)
So a whodunnit it shall be. Thank you for voting, I am more grateful than you can possibly know for taking this decision out of my hands.
Now it is time to determine the setting in which the crime will occur. Starting from chapter 3 or so, our sleuth will be starting a new job. Where some bodies will start appearing. What job will this be?
I know there’s a diamond industry in Surat… and there must be a Mumbai stock exchange, right? Haven’t the faintest clue if Hyderabad has any sort of pearl trade at all. Which should conveniently answer all questions about whether I know anything about diamonds, stocks or pearls. (Hint: answer begins with N and ends with O.) But this is NaNoWriMo, and I am not letting any of that stop me from making up all manner of industry practices, ethics and in-jokes needed to give this novel that essential feel of realism. All I need to know is which industry I need to make these up for.
Vote!
One Week to NaNoWriMo
25 OctThis year I have three workable novel ideas competing for lightening-speed spewage during the month of November. Unlike the disaster of 2004 and the marginal success of 2005 (liked what I had but not enough), this year is going to be… cool.
For one, I already have a kickoff party planned with a fellow Wrimer in the area (Macaroni Grill on Wolf Rd, 7.30 pm, Wednesday Nov 1st – bring your laptop for the ceremonial 500-word write!).
For another, I have a fellow Wrimer to work with!
And last, I won’t have to make any hard decisions concerning the novel, because, my dear blogees, you will do it for me. (Your reward, you ask? Free advance copy of the completed manuscript, delivered personally to your email inbox upon request. And the indisputable honour of having been of service to me.)
So get to work. Your first assignment is to pick my project on the poll.
Aaaaaah. *Sits back in easy chair and puts feet up. Sips margarita.*
