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Flotsam / Jetsam, National Blog Posting Month

Beware: Something gross lurks within

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  • I started writing just NaBloPoMo!after midnight last night. I’m going to put a word-count widget somewhere around here if they ever start working.
  • The kids were up at 7 this morning. I do not like you, Time Change.
  • I never made the pizza last night, and I forgot to put the dough away. It was pretty flat this morning. I slashed it, salted it and baked it. Maybe it will be OK.
  • Some sort of beast attacked our trash can last night. There was only one bag in it, but it was ripped open and halfway down the hill this morning. I picked most everything up. But not — you may want to set aside your doughnut before continuing — the diaper covered in slugs. I’m hoping my still-sleeping husband is well-rested and strong-stomached when I send him out there.
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    “The Aztec Legal Consultant’s Unctuous Heiress”? Has merit.

    I’m pretty sure I’m going to try NaNoWriMo again this year. I’ve been working on coming up with a plot. Which you could* read to mean I’ve been googling things like “mystery plots” and “Romance novel generator.” While I probably won’t** be writing “The Indian NASCAR Driver’s Bemused Captive” any time soon, I did find the classic 12-chapter mystery plot outline pretty intriguing. Now I just need a captivating detective, a villainous villain and some criminal misdeeds.

    Whatever I end up with, I’m 97% certain that Hall and Oates will play a major role.

    p.s. A laugh at Dan Brown’s expense.

    *Because that would be entirely accurate.
    **Or will I?!? Stay tuned.

    Bandwagons

    The eleventh month

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    So. It’s October. If memory serves, that means next month is November. Which means it’s time to start thinking about National Novel Writing Month again. NaNoWriMoI sort of finished it in 2006, and I didn’t try it at all in ’07 or ’08. In 2007, I had a baby in November. That cut into the writing time somewhat. Last year I didn’t have an excuse, really, other than birthdays and illness and Thanksgiving (oh my!). This year, my excuse could be that I don’t have a computer. Except that I do have a computer. It’s just old. But I think it does have word-processing functionality. And no Internet, which would probably be a plus.

    Maybe I don’t have an excuse not to participate. Do I need an excuse? No. I know that. But I kind of want to try it again. Fifty thousand words. That’s 1,667 words a day. I don’t know if I have that many words in my brain. Maybe I ought to stop this dithering and see if I can come up with a plot.

    Or maybe I’ll just use the random plot generator:

    Steel Underground
    He was an old man’s man, who had a a face people liked to punch and an ability to control the minds of the weak. She was a big hearted psychopath who designed the Vauxhall Viva and yearned for tainted meat. Together they travelled to another world. Fighting inhuman fiends and helping the aged.