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2001-09-26 || 2:14 p.m. || you really should sign up for nanowrimo. all the kids are doin it. || this is a shameless plug. i wish i had power of html to woo you with flashing pictures of kittens and fresh baked cookies and naked ladies. but. i will try. without such cheap devices. to instill in you the magic and excitement. the elation and catharsis. of a magical thing called nanowrimo. nanowrimo, otherwise known as national novel writing month (those four words would be studded with stars and dancing hamsters if, again, i had the computery powers), is a wondrous event thought up completely and magnificently by a very nice boy who happens to be a very good friend*. i'm vouchin, man. it takes place in november and the idea is you have from november 1 to november 30 to write a novel. 50,000 words. and it doesn't have to be good or make sense really, you just have to write it. this is where you look at the website to get the full effect. i did it last year. and it was wondrous. writing for hours and hours and hours to the point where you go back over past pages and have no recollection of having written them. and lots of tea and coffee and good music and clinking clanking of keyboard keys. and you get to tell everybody (i.e. inquisitive grandmothers who have the feeling you aren't really doing much with your life and are beginning to tell their bingo lady friends they don't understand why their granddaughters spent four years on a useless creative writing degree. hmm.) that you have written a Novel. hooray! a Novel! that makes you a novelist! a sexy one at that! so go here right now and sign up, man. because i told chris baty my legions of diaryland friends would be so into this. and you all know you are fabulous writers, so. hop to it. and in november if you are at all within a 100 mile radius you can come over and we can share the torrents of nanowrimo together by way of hearty writing sessions. i will bake you cookies and put bandaids on your exhausted bloodied fingertips. it will be lovely. oh. one more thing and then this pledge drive is over. at the end. at the end.. there is a big party and you can get all dressed up and meet all your new nanowrimo friends! and eat cheese and m&ms! and drink so much beer and wine and fancy liquor that you'll throw up! oh and dancing! there will be dancing! so. yeah. (last very cheap very pathetic attempt to get you to look at the damn page and sign up: the boy* who runs this marvelous vehicle is none other than. erm. (the ex boy). and you can go to the site and look at his picture and say to your computer screen, much like i say to mine: 'why why why?? where has the love gone, my friend?' and sing songs like 'the thrill is gone' and 'heartbreak hotel' and 'send in the clowns' and light candles and stuff.) just kidding. just kidding. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |