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Dear Writer,
What were you thinking?
I mean, really. With your busy schedule; with everything else you're supposed to be doing in November, you're going to write a novel too?
Are you crazy?
We here at NaNoWriMo think you might be. Which is why we're so proud to have you as part of the team this year.
Because you know what? No one in their right mind has ever accomplished anything truly great. It's a delicious sort of insanity to reprioritize your to-do list and move this freaky, creative adventure of novel-writing to the very top.
Well, near the top, anyway.
Showering is important too.
As is napping.
The bathing and sleeping, we'll keep. But as for all the chores and favors and selfless acts of kindness you've spent your life bestowing upon the people around you...Well, in November, you're off duty.
Seriously.
Let the dog walk itself. Empower your kids to drive themselves to school. Nothing instills character in a child like operating a piece of heavy machinery. Cooking? Bah. A host of local fast food chefs stand ready and waiting with a wondrous array of largely edible delights.
Pizza is brain food, after all. And you have more important things to do than cook. You're going to be busy building universes and forging lives. In November, we spare no moments for drudgery, devoting our limited hours instead to frantic typing, long, bookish walks, and soulful glances out the window (which serve as restful interludes between prose creation and much-needed practice for our future book-jacket photo shoots).
Yes, November is our chance to play. To goof around in our imaginations. To fall asleep fulfilled and wake up a'buzz with revelations about backstories and front-stories and the electric, book-changing knowledge of what our Peruvian double agent has been hiding inside that taxidermized muskrat all this time.
In four weeks, this state of manic creative bliss will be over. And we can go back to doing dishes and wearing clean clothes and talking in complete sentences to our loved ones.
For now, though, our books beckon, and our tales demand an author.
Let's go give it to 'em.
Best of luck to everyone on the first week of writing. We'll meet again in seven days, when we gather together on the mighty precipice of Week Two.
Off to dream a few beautiful stuffed muskrat dreams,
Chris NaNoWriMo _____________________
That's right peoples, I am officially insane. I have an outline and bibliography due in 15 days, and I haven't even chosen a topic for the paper, but I'm still doing NaNoWriMo. If I'm serious about my writing (and I am), then this is more important. The paper will write itself; they always do. The novel, however...that's going to take work. This is now my official NaNoWriMo log. I will keep track of my progress and frutstraion so that all Gaians can know! Not that any Gaians care. Of course, no one reads my Gaia journal, anyway, so I don't mind annoying Gaians with my blather.
Anywho, the painkiller I took a while ago is setting in, so I can't keep my eyes open any longer. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Joie D · Wed Nov 02, 2005 @ 09:25pm · 0 Comments |
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Joie will NOT be able to leave behind Wendy's just yet. She may take the other job, but only as a side job. They pay less and offer less hours than Joie's current job, so she is out of luck there. Must call Micheal's.
In the mean time, Joie is taking a break from the Take-Home Midterm of Doom. She's been working for two hours and she hasn't finished the short answer questions. gonk
Joie D · Mon Oct 17, 2005 @ 11:08pm · 0 Comments |
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Joie has a job interview this Sunday! Will she finally be able to leave behind the relentless urge to laugh at her boss, who obviously does not know people as well as he thinks? Will she finally be rid of the constant fear that the next time she slips on a patch of grease, she will not only be covered in eggs but also have to have a second knee surgery?
Stay tuned for details.
Joie D · Sat Oct 15, 2005 @ 01:20am · 0 Comments |
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Chaucer would appreciate student life |
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Complaint to His Purse Geoffrey Chaucer (taken from the Norton Anthology of English Literature) To you, my purs, and to noon other wight, Complaine I, for ye be my lady dere. I am so sory, now that ye be light, For certes, but if ye make me hevy cheere, Me were as lief be laid upon my beere; For which unto youre mercy thus I crye: Beeth hevy again, or elles moot I die.
Now vouceth sauf this day er it be night That I of you the blisful soun may heere, Or see youre colour, lik the sonne bright. That of yelownesse hadde never peere. Ye be my life, ye be myn hertes steere, Queen of confort and of good compaignye: Beeth hevy again, or elles moot I die.
Ye purs, that been to me my lives light And saviour, as in this world down here, Out of this towne helpe me thurgh you might, Sith that ye wol nat be my tresorere; For I am shave as neigh as any frere. But yit I praye unto youre curteisye: Beeth hevy again, or elles moot I die.
Joie D · Mon Oct 10, 2005 @ 01:30am · 0 Comments |
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Wee! I have Pilot's Goggles, and they're frickin' awesome.
At the end of work on Monday I finally slipped and fell on a patch of grease. I knew it was going to happen eventually, but I didn't know it would be such a spectacular fall. Mike had put the pan of raw eggs on top of the sandwich station, ready to be put up in the cooler. When I fell, my shoulder knocked into the pan, so I ended up lying on the floor, covered from head-to-toe in egg. Picture to come.
Joie D · Thu Oct 06, 2005 @ 11:22pm · 0 Comments |
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Oh I have a French test in about ten minutes and I haven't begun to study.
Oh I have a French test in about ten minutes and I don't know the vocabulary.
I need a tune for the above song.
Joie D · Mon Sep 12, 2005 @ 06:20pm · 0 Comments |
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I haven't been on Gaia since January. Almost as soon as classes started, I got sick. I was a lump on the couch for about three weeks, then I was so busy that I had no time to do anything but class work, then I stressed myself so much that I got sick again! I still have an inordinate amount of classwork to catch up on, but I miss the Grammar and Spelling Whore Guild.
This last weekend I made over $200 at the local Medieval Fair. The owners of the booth were really nice, and their clothing was really very beautiful. Despite being mostly cotton, the designs were fairly authentic. I'm going to work for them in Muskogee after finals week. I bought a chemise blouse and skirt that I can wear around even when I'm not at events, and I'd like to get a bodice to go with them.
I haven't seen any news since last week, so it came as a shock to me when I saw an "In memory of Pope John Paul II" on someone's Gaia signature. I am saddened over the death of a great man. I'll have to actually attend Mass. He and his successor will be in my prayers.
Joie D · Tue Apr 05, 2005 @ 09:38pm · 0 Comments |
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