The Evil Munchkin approached my desk. “You never responded to my e-mail.” (evidence that I am nearly the worst e-mail responder of all time)
“I’m sorry, I can’t talk about NaNoWriMo,” I said. “It pisses me off.”
“What? Are you offended that I’m doing it?”
“No,” I said, all weary. “I just think it’s bullshit.”
I then went in to list all the reasons that I hate NaNoWriMo, none of which will come as a surprise to many people. He then went on to tell me how he’s doing it with all his friends and they have great plans of hanging out sometime soon and writing. Because apparently writing novels is now a team sport of some sort.
Last night at Grumpy’s I was retelling the story to Peabo and she laughed. She knows how I feel about National Bullshit Writing Month. Of course, because she just loves to prove me wrong, she’s participating. So there’s the exception to the “oh I don’t write at all 11-months out of the year but now I am a novelist” rule. Okay, I admitted that there are .001% of all the people who participate who actively study and practice the art and craft of writing fiction.
But because I am not all negative, nay-saying nellie, I decided to join some sort of National Writing Hooha. I joined National Blog Posting Month. See? I can join with the best of them. Unfortunately unlike the other Nano, I won’t be posting everyday about how I am faring in this challenge.
The worst part about NaNoWriMo is hearing about all the bullshit novels is worse then all those people wasting their time writing the bullshit novels. Blech