Please Kill Me,
Greetings ladies and gents of the third dimension. How goes the week of tedious meanderings? Before you say it- I’m glad that the weekend is fast approaching as well. Also, for the wise asses in the group – yes, I am very aware that the title sounds like some god-forsaken lovechild of a calendar and a pansexual. I assure you that it was done with purpose.
Alright, now that the minor theatrics are over – let’s talk about something else, that is just as quickly coming to a close. That something, you ask (you didn’t) is, of course, NaNoWriMo (or National Novel Writing Month – for the hippies in the group too cool for nicknames).
Yep, that’s right kiddies the self-imposed nightmare is almost over, and in just a few short hours the temporary novelists of 2016 will be packing up their keyboards and returning to the dark corners of social media from which they came. But this post is not for them. It’s for those of you in the infinite contest known simply as “AllNoWriYo” (okay, I know that sucks, but bear with me -I’m working on a better one) – for now let’s just refer to it as our serious business.
This isn’t a bashing of the part-time author by any means. In fact, I have nothing but respect and praise for the people with balls enough to dive into this dirty medium and even more so for those who’ve actually lived up to the task. Make no mistake, writing is hard and dirty work (right up there with pig farming and politics). A lot of non-writers like to brush off the art form. But for those of us with enough insanity to willingly delve into the thick of it, we know how draining and time-consuming the process can be. With that, I again salute all who’ve participated (even if only for the month).
For all of you who sat this one out (in favor of turkey legs and Netflix) -good for you as well. (So are we just gonna fondle everyone’s rear-end, or is there a point to this post?)
I suppose that in these last few hours of NaNoWriMo, I wanted to shout out -not only the art form- but the artists: big and small, black and white, (Kid N’Play?), etc, who make the art form beautiful in its own right. (Yes, writing IS an art form. Tell Warhol to shove that up his soup can).
*googles Andy Warhol*
*learns of his fate*
“Sorry, Andy. I was just excited.”
Anyway, for all of you in attendance at the moment (and the VERY many of those that aren’t) – I applaud your effort whether or not this day ends over or under 50,000 words. You’ve won, simply by giving your creativity an opportunity to take center stage. Besides, this isn’t the end – December 1st and beyond are nothing, if not opportunities to take your craft to the next level. If you’ve learned anything this month, it should be that YOU CAN -if you put your mind to the page (and your ass to the chair).
Now go out there and be somebody! I’ve got a terrible first draft to edit.
Give em’ hell,