Works for me; Ima count whatever I write for sstory or blogs as NaNoWriMo stuff -- I R REBEL.
I just want to get more writing in.
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Works for me; Ima count whatever I write for sstory or blogs as NaNoWriMo stuff -- I R REBEL.
I just want to get more writing in.
The idea is a nice one, but the vibe of Nano("Great job!" Group hug!) brings out all the Larry David in me."No hugging, no learning" I've got a project, though. Guess I'll put one foot in front of the other... so to speak.
Yeah, it's very "OMG, words! AWESOME!" but I need to make words appear, so...ok.
Buffistas are more reliable betas; you guys are all, Um, no. X is good, but Y is shitetastic. Try again!
Which is what a writer needs to improve a work. All positive feedback, all the time is bullshit, and not helpful.
I'm in word vomit zero draft mode, so NaNo is perfect for me.
Oh, god, did that make sense? It makes sense in my head. You see what happens when I turn off the internal editor?
Oh, that's totally my misanthropic, Maheresque, issue. I don't expect you to have it. I just wondered if anyone else noticed. (although when he stands up and shouts "New Rule!" as if we should have our pads and pens out, I get jealous of the faith in yourself that must take. Which I don't have.)
Made perfect sense to me, -t!
Although it should be "word-vomit, zero-draft mode." /pedanteditor
(Nope, that tag never closes. I've tried killing it, but it always COMES BACK. Sorry.)
See, that's why I can turn off the internal editor, I know there's an external pedanteditor I can count on to fix it!
:Slinks around and looks guilty::
Back to the salt mines...er. keyboard!
My brain has a tiny fact-checker who whispers in my ear. Last weekend, I was at a ghost-story event. At the end of the Civil War, a farm is invaded by renegade Yankees, and, when one of her loved ones is threatened, the farm owner strikes out at a soldier with the pan in which she's frying bacon.
Fact-checker: Who had bacon at the end of the war?
She's killed, and her ghost makes the chandelier full of candles fall on the Yankees, who are all drinking moonshine out of Mason jars.
Fact-checker: Who had candles at the end of the war?
Mason jars were patented in 1858, but were not widely available until towards the end of the century. They had certainly not worked their way to the South, where moonshine came in clay jugs.
Ha, Ginger! That's, well, true. I'm so easily able to turn off my analyzer, that it's easy for me to let go and float away with whatever narrative. Unless they had been, say, drinking Bud Lite or something. I would have noticed that. I wouldn't have thought about the candles and bacon. Though, maybe on some other topic, it would be harder for me.
Anyway, fact-checking is awesome, and people should do it to their own stuff a lot.
Now I'm remembering a movie we had to watch in college on our own time, I think? I don't remember what the deal was. Anyway, it was purposefully filled with anachronisms. I remember nothing about it other than that, but now I want to know what it was called. Google, ho!