So I decided that it would be a good idea to do National Novel Writing Month again, and I’m fast realising that it was not actually a good idea.
There are worse things that could have been done, but this is a thing that I’m doing.
So this month I’ trying to write a manuscript, trying to keep this updated, trying to write reviews and trying to do whatever the hell else it is that I do.
What have I gotten myself into?
Before anyone says “You can do it!”, or some variation thereof, I know I can do it. It was just a silly thing to do.
So much writing, such little time. Still need to work. Still need to do other things.
There are many a things that I need to do. Many a things that I need to get out of the way.
I can do this though. Well, I think I can do this. I know that I can do this.
However, I think that I’d much rather whinge. There hasn’t been enough whinging on Stupidity Hole recently, and that is something that really needs to change, I think.
Well, it probably is a thing that doesn’t need to happen at all. I could just work on being a better writer. I could do that. However, that’s probably not going to happen, so instead you get a lot of whinging. Isn’t that great?!
So, what can I whinge about?
This manuscript is terrible. It’s all over the place and narrow.
The characters suck.
Why am I doing this? I’ve got better things to do with my time.
Why did I agree to do something? The only person I had to convince not to do it is myself and instead I ended up agreeing to myself and deciding that it would be a good course of action, because why not?
I did it last year during the exam period. I did it and managed to finish just in time despite having two days off of everything due to food poisoning. However, it was something that I would have been happy to not do again… at the time.
I thought about it over the past year, thought about what I’d get done and then of course that all came to a head when I realised late into the first day of this month that the whole thing had begun, and so I started but I’ve been playing catch up ever since.
It’s been tough, or something. I think that I’m bringing on some form of tedium into my life that I do not currently need.
Does anyone really need tedium?
Perhaps. It’s a difficult question to answer.
Now, where was I?
So yes. Writing a thing. It’s taking a lot of time. I don’t think it will turn out well. I don’t care.
Running on a dearth of ideas. We’ll see what happens when I get to the end of it all.
Hopefully it has a strong conclusion.
The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:44:30
Kind of okay.
Not enough whinge.
Written in Redfern.