The OUT House

[izmeina]

I have been missing in action more than usual lately
Firstly of course, I have been feasting on the final episodes of the Shit Show that is "Celebrity Apprentice President"

They really did draaaaag out the most recent episode. I had assumed it would be all done and dusted by Thursday afternoon at the very latest

Then there is the annual ritual of Nanowrimo which these days I do more out of habit than the hope of ever actually producing some inspiring, let alone a finished novel



For the last 2 Novembers, Vernon Dursley dramas dominated and sucked the life out of any planned story. That is when I realized that him and his narcy antics is actually the real story

Due to last November's divorce, this was going to be my first Dursley free November but I had not expected his soul to be the source of dramas this time. Well at least not for so long.

So once again, my main character Cassandra Quinn had her 30 days of adventures snatched away. I think it might be time to find some one else to be a more demanding Diva.

Of course, under my own serpent rebel rules, Dreamwidth posts also contribute towards the total word count. But the problem is that I have not yet hit the stretch where I pull out from the pack and rapidly gain extra words.

And the posts that I did manage to write including the last instalment of the book meme are just sitting there waiting for me to find the extra time to copy and paste them from Scrivener while waiting for the infernal Big Mac beach balls to stop spinning while waiting for the DW posting page to load

Unlike most Nano novelists who are champing at the bit in their starting stalls at Halloween all ready for some noveling action, all filled with the enthusiasm of a bright shiny new project who then crash or run out of steam in the dreaded hump of the second week, I do things a bit differently

I start off slow and sluggish managing only to scrape past the required daily quota to keep on track. It is only in the middle of the second week that the inner serpent warms up and the words just flow effortlessly. I am still waiting for that magic moment

Around lunchtime I did end up in that enchanted state but it's not much use while being out and about without a keyboard but I did channel it into Twitter instead

I guess 3 nights in a row of staying up until 2am and another of being up till 4 does drain the batteries and induce a state of brain dead stupidity

Then of course there is the business of running the gauntlet of the never ending spinning beach balls

At least there is one distraction that I do not have. Nanowrimo HQ revamped the website last November and made it so awful especially for doing basic stuff such as updating word count (they have added a few more options this year) that I just basically avoided it as much as possible, only going there to do the dreaded updates.
This year they announced that all events would be virtual and made it universal including in the handful of places around the world where life is almost back to normal

Whenever lawyers and legal liability get mentioned, fear sets in. It would take a brave local organizer to put on a real write in without the legal backing from HQ. It's not like a write in at a local library is some dreadful super spreader event, but who wants to take the chance of getting sued?

So there are no write ins in libraries or cafes or anywhere this year and the social forums on the website are so horrid since the new improved website that I just don't bother going there anymore

I never imagined that a creature like me with so many autistic tendencies would actually miss the social aspect of Nanowrimo


I have a 5 minute speech to do at my next Toastmasters meeting. I think it's just going to have to be a sample of some of the greatest hits of the Teflon Don.
We meet in a church hall so of course I will bring along a black Bible and maybe several rolls of paper towels to toss at the crowd. I was cackling hysterically when I seen pictures of Puerto Ricans tossing paper towels over the fence at the White House. Schadenfreude on Steroids

So many nasty Nazi events to choose from. But when it comes to public speaking, less is usually more.

I must be off. Got some Twitter trolling to do