Hey, it's November first. For those of you who are thinking about taking on the Nanowrimo, good luck, have fun, and boy am I glad I'm not you! ♥ X3 (I'm not going to get to read any cool novels this way, am I?)
EDIT: ...I am displeased with my new psychopharmacologist. Also, with my dinner options. I think I'll just hate everything until I get fed.
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Aliens are fighting for earth every day, and the wounded of the side that likes us land up in our hospitals in seeeecret. But a girl who doesn't know anything about that makes happy friends with an alien girl (ALIENS WITH GENDERS LIKE OURS!!! the convenience is overwhelming) in the hospital and takes care of her while she's in a coma. Unfortunately, the alien girl dies, and the human girl finds out her friend was really an ALIEN HERO. (Possibly from a sexy conspiracy doctor man, I don't know.) She turns into a magical girl who fights to save the aliens that are still dying in hospitals.
It's great. I think I've even figured out how to fit in another Rufusclone. :DDD And CAKE. Alien cake? Yes. Right. So. DUN STEAL MY ANIME IDEA I THOUGHT IT UP FIRST.
While I have varying levels of satisfaction with my life right now (mostly low), more prominent is my shame. I feel horrifically ashamed that I'm not some kind of Model Citizen. In fact, I think just about everything I do is shameful somehow. So it's not my psychopharmacologist's fault, but after explaining my life to him and hearing his amazement, I felt slightly inadequate. I mean, you know, kinda. Crappy?
EDIT: I hid the fact that I got any eggs before because if they didn't hatch into something nice first thing off, my little maiden heart would have been broken. ;_; But they're not ugly, right?

EDIT: Actually, I think I got two good ones.


I'M DRAWING ON HIME'S BBS SHH DON'T TELL.
I'm going to stop spamming now, I PROMISE.
EDIT: ...I am displeased with my new psychopharmacologist. Also, with my dinner options. I think I'll just hate everything until I get fed.
EDIT:
Aliens are fighting for earth every day, and the wounded of the side that likes us land up in our hospitals in seeeecret. But a girl who doesn't know anything about that makes happy friends with an alien girl (ALIENS WITH GENDERS LIKE OURS!!! the convenience is overwhelming) in the hospital and takes care of her while she's in a coma. Unfortunately, the alien girl dies, and the human girl finds out her friend was really an ALIEN HERO. (Possibly from a sexy conspiracy doctor man, I don't know.) She turns into a magical girl who fights to save the aliens that are still dying in hospitals.
It's great. I think I've even figured out how to fit in another Rufusclone. :DDD And CAKE. Alien cake? Yes. Right. So. DUN STEAL MY ANIME IDEA I THOUGHT IT UP FIRST.
While I have varying levels of satisfaction with my life right now (mostly low), more prominent is my shame. I feel horrifically ashamed that I'm not some kind of Model Citizen. In fact, I think just about everything I do is shameful somehow. So it's not my psychopharmacologist's fault, but after explaining my life to him and hearing his amazement, I felt slightly inadequate. I mean, you know, kinda. Crappy?
EDIT: I hid the fact that I got any eggs before because if they didn't hatch into something nice first thing off, my little maiden heart would have been broken. ;_; But they're not ugly, right?

EDIT: Actually, I think I got two good ones.


I'M DRAWING ON HIME'S BBS SHH DON'T TELL.
I'm going to stop spamming now, I PROMISE.
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Re: words, how impressive =_=
I think it's just more of a challenge. Like, can you write something that can actually pass for a novel? And by the way, lots of other people are doing it, go ahead and whine to them.
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Re: but do i end up being a novelist if i whine enough =D
Finally I think this quote from the website alone sums up decently just why i find the project's standing so offensive to the art of writing in general, among the reasons for participation is given this one:
"To be able to mock real novelists who dawdle on and on, taking far longer than 30 days to produce their work."
i mean wtf? i'm not mocking rembrandt either because i recently painted a giant pink octopus for school in half an hour, comparing the two would be just as foolish.
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Gee, I should read...sites about...things...
...I have the feeling that if anybody on my flist actually starts the challenge, they'll probably end up with a half-finished novel that'll take lots of extra time to finish anyway. So in a lot of cases, maybe the point is just to start a novel, or write something, because you can brag to your friends and it's fun. (...which is certainly a good enough reason for me... >_>)