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Ummm... That being addressed...
GOOD LUCK(have fun~)
& Gambatte, ne!!!
Category Archive: Writerhead Highs
Beyond “Dominion,”by Angel Brynner, “Parsing through the the poetry of a meditation on Pain”| Meanwhile , on the verge[LINK].
@ the Opening ceremonies for the PWA platform alone~
…so far the tribe has already written FOUR fucking MILLION WORDS across 50,000 people since it’s kicked off at 12am November 1st in the first time zone! The goal today: TEN MILLION.
Talk about LET’S FUCKING Gooooooo~!
The Angel, all “YaaarRrrr!!!!” at the collective fire of a thousand suns penetrating the van Allen belts & lighting up her ass at fn 8am.
Give the Ai guy a chance, yall | Let him cook~| Meanwhile in the LAB.
For some NaNOWriMO| Nov Nov Backstory| Meanwhile in America[LINK].
Real talk, whatever it is that wants to be born is probably going to be borderline kinda like “Fuq YOU~ Write Me~” once you really get in the minor key OF Novel November.
Really writing gives absolutely NO fucks for your feelings OR ego at all. & Starting it when the veil itself is at its’ thinnest during the year didn’t have anything to do with us humans. It was the book babies conspiring, wanting to beat our asses until we birth their books, all working in unison, to fall on writerheads at once for a global push.
Let’s call it fucking cosmic literary Lahmahze!
It’s kinda cool, actually. The camaraderie. If Stephen King WERE to do officially sign on to it, his book babies could be clotheslining him just the same way some teenager in Poughkeepsie could be getting body slammed on day three their first year patching in to the flow.
But~ chill. The point of this isn't competition. Not even with yourself. 1,667 words is a target. But if you've not ever been able to sit your ass down and write a paragraph without drawing blood or pulling out your fn hair in shame and/or disdain due to your own mess... maybe your goal would make more sense being...
"Write a page( paragraph) {sentence} <phrase> that I don't fn gouge my eyes out over and leave it the fuck alone. Don't touch it. Move! Next day, dammit! Breaaaathee! WALK the fuck Away!"
Everyday, for 30 days, ya know?
Play it by ear- you know the nature of the beast standing between you and writing if you really have it on your heart to write a book for real.
If you're only doing this to say you've written a book or out of envy towards one who does it for love? I mean~iii guess? Um... whatever floats your boat.
But it's not about you- At LEAST in Novel November. It's about what's wanting to claw out of you, conceptually.
…No matter your stage, age or genre, just let writing everyday be your only concern.