I'm at 10,500 words
Clawing my way forward, metaphor by bleeding metaphor. I got a lot done during the week then ironically the weekend was poor.
The not uncommon scenario (judging by the forums) of significant others saying they don't want to interrupt you followed by 48 hours of shops, DIY, long walks, important little jobs ("It'll only take 5 mins - yeah right) and unexpected arrival of son from UNI for the weekend.
Bless.
That said, I did actually get quite a lot done, especially on saturday. I'm finding it soooo much of a help to have worked out the plot/outline in advance. the last time I did NaNo it was all on a wing and a prayer and I paid the price.
I had my son doing some first read throughs of the story so far, so that was useful - he laughed at the right bits.
One particular scene of a corporate powerpoint presentation is my fav.
The misery of death by powerpoint. - I'm still scarred by the experience
20k I pray next monday.
nanowrimo.org
PS Devon V.sunny. F.cold
Monday, November 06, 2006
Friday, November 03, 2006
Yoda - a life
Not many people know that, before achieving fame as Yoda in the Star Wars movies, Mervyn Wang achieved minor celebrity status as a key figure in the London 'New Romantic' scene of the 1980s.
Complete with hair gel and huge blouson shirt 'Yoda' cut a dashing figure on the dance floor and in numerous fashion spreads for The Face magazine.
He made a tv pilot of a proposed talk show called 'Talking with Guests on TV I am' but it didn't get picked up by the majors. A series of failed projects followed, leading to the inevitable drugs bust and time in rehab.
Complete with hair gel and huge blouson shirt 'Yoda' cut a dashing figure on the dance floor and in numerous fashion spreads for The Face magazine.
He made a tv pilot of a proposed talk show called 'Talking with Guests on TV I am' but it didn't get picked up by the majors. A series of failed projects followed, leading to the inevitable drugs bust and time in rehab.
Gay Flies
I recently tried to 'take out' (as Henry Hill might say) a rather large and irritating Bluebottle/Fly with what I though was 'Fly Spray' but actually, I realised later, was Air Freshener. A rather lovely Lilly and fruits flavour actually.
I couldn't help but wonder what 'looks' the fly (Neville as I like to think of him) had received from its compadres for the rest of the week as they huddled about various cow pats, dog turds and rotting road kill.
"Oooo Neville - you smell simply divine. My - where did you get that fragrance, it's to die for, darling.
All the flies giggle.
Nevile puts up with it for a while then, a broken fly, he departs.
He spends the rest of his short life in and out of therapy before 'getting the op' and becoming a faux butterfly.
I couldn't help but wonder what 'looks' the fly (Neville as I like to think of him) had received from its compadres for the rest of the week as they huddled about various cow pats, dog turds and rotting road kill.
"Oooo Neville - you smell simply divine. My - where did you get that fragrance, it's to die for, darling.
All the flies giggle.
Nevile puts up with it for a while then, a broken fly, he departs.
He spends the rest of his short life in and out of therapy before 'getting the op' and becoming a faux butterfly.
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