NaNoWriMo

Finger Destruction … or Decathlon.

A friend of mine (one that exists outside of my head, for a change) is damn good at keeping these fingers going. I mean it has been mass genocide of the finger race the last few days. The word counts keep growing, everything hurts, I’m not sure what the hell I’m going to do when these fuckers fall off, because they will. Or just explode from overuse…

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Thank you Imgur, for this accurately disturbing depiction of pain… and 9Gag, because your shit is all over this picture anyway

To all my writer brethren and sistren out there: This is not a job. This is pain. All pain. All the time. Forever. It’s the ultimate faction of suffering. Buddha would be proud… You know, if he could feel pride, or whatever Buddhas feel. NaNoWriMo has been forcing my fingers in the upright position, making my hands swell, bringing out the competition beast because I like to see my numbers get really big while my not head friend’s numbers also get big (but not as big as mine… for now). It pleases me, US. Pleases, us… Please stop hitting me. Seriously, put the brass knuckles away man. This isn’t the 40s! Stop!

And in other interesting news: Thor? Beautiful. Punisher? 11/17 – which is next Friday. And I’m still working on getting the Doc up and running but he’s coming along nicely. Just get your fill of the other two books while you can. I’m going to do that thing where you can totally still read it here for free, but you’re SOL if I forget to pay the bill or something. I’ll throw a link to buy (<– this word, always in your wallet) when I compile all three books. Figure, more bang for your buck. And if you end up hating one of them, well you’re stuck with it and I get to laugh at you. It’s a win win situation. For me. Not for you. At that point it’s more like a … win, win, lose situation.

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You know this meme… Thanks Imgur and Fry … and SpongeBob

Anyway, go read them. You’ll like them. And if you’re a fellow nutbag – get your ass over to NaNoWriMo and write some shit! Then go to ScreenCraft and write some more shit! One day, our favorite authors and movie people and television writers and comic crafters and all the writing people ever are going to die. Morbid… It’s Thursday. Everything is morbid. But when they go, no one will be around to write more things. So go and write all the things. Now. Or I’m gonna sick this crazy, violent son of a bitch on you and there’s nothing you can really do about it because she only exists in the realm of the nutters. Which you are.

Indecision – NaNoWriMo 2017- Dammit…

There’s a feeling of idiocy when you go to the store to buy a container of coffee – we need coffee, and if you disagree, you are not what we are. You always buy one brand. It’s been a faithful brand. It’s been a glorious brand. It’s been the only difference between a peaceful acknowledgment of the noble jackasses (And not so noble ones) in the world and the death penalty. But you want to start exploring. Your reliable friend is no longer good enough for you. You want to taste all the beans. Okay, maybe you’ll stick it in the basket just for shits and giggles, and a backup… These new kids ain’t so good when it comes to summoning the awakedness sometimes…

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Somewhere on the Internet … Possibly Shopify? But it’s true so… Who cares….

You sit there and stare at them, thinking you’ve come to a damn good decision. You’ve read the backs of every bag in the aisle, bought a grinder, did your research while standing there, inhaling the fumes of the over-roasted beans for hours and you’re on the way to the front of the checkout line… Buuuuut you don’t want that one. Something about it isn’t right. So you turn around and run to the coffee aisle. There it is – the perfect brew. You grab your beautiful new beast. It was higher on your “must try” list. You put it in your armhole. Get back in the same line. The cashier stares at you like you have 2 heads and starts ringing you up. When the haunting thought hits you again. And you ask them to hold on. At this point, the poor cashier takes your items and puts them to the side, calling for his supervisor. The supervisor takes your items and the receipt and tells you to meet at customer service once you’re ready with your final purchase. You nod, thank them both, apologize to everyone and their kid fucking brother and run back to demon the aisle. You do this about five times until you look at the golden roast in your possession and go, “Fuck the new stuff. I like this one.” Welcome to NaNoWriMo 2017. So many goddamn ideas… And while we’re at it – Let’s go with ScreenCraft’s Short Story Contest. Even more goddamn ideas… Yes, we are busy writing a thousand things and still trying to do this “adulting” thing. Because life … and bills…. and pants…

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Thank you SomeEcards and Imgur. Fuck you pants…

We have been writing. Like five different … novels? Novellas? Short novels? Same thing. It doesn’t matter. We’ve been writing. I say “we’ve” because of that crazy woman sitting in the corner with the damn knuckles and her piano buddy. Seriously… they scare the everloving shit out of me. If I don’t do what they say, bad things happen… And apparently the Doc is loving this and talking… So maybe my fear can coax him into coming forward so I can finish his damn book and that damn series. Maybe he’ll be my shrink when this is all done because all the Heavens, Hells and in-betweenies know I’ve lost my shit.

Oh well… time for Coffee (<– this is a proper noun as of right now.) Possibly Asgard’s own blonde bombshell. I mean Thor. Thor. that’s what I said. Ignore that other part about … Good job Disney — MARVEL. Marvel… Good job Marvel. You guys tell good stories. But for real though. Their character development is … incredible. And if you don’t believe me go watch all of the MCU flicks and tell me there’s no character arc. I might cut you if you say that. So tell me carefully. Or just don’t tell me. And we’ll pretend to be in agreement.

 

 

Deep … Cleansing… Breaths…

… STUPIDMOTHERFUCKINGSONOFABITCH!

Really should have taken her a little more seriously. Didn’t. And she made me quit. Ohhh, that voice is a forceful one let me tell you… But now I have all of this free time for … stuff. I mean bright side, NaNoWriMo is next month. Maybe I’ll finish the Doc’s Tale’s by then. Maybe. Hopefully. Fingers crossed that the drunkard in my skull can coax the drunkard in the pages to keep talking. If not, maybe they can share a drink and discuss the existential crises that is existing. Sounds like a conversation based in the wild throws of weed, but -tsk tsk- it’s the bottle what’s bringin’ about these thoughts and discussions between myself and my imaginary friends.

Brilliant side to insanity, you always have some form of material to coincide with your prenatal psychosis. Downside is the self-doubt and crippling thoughts of inadequacy. But once you get through that, you’re pretty much a god. Then, when the thoughts creep back in and you fold to them, eventually scouring Indeed to find the “right job” that you can hack while you entertain your imaginary beasties, the rocks start plunging their old school fists into your guts and you close the computer like, “eh… fuck it” because you remember that crazed lunatic in your skull, tapping her bat against the walls and giving you the stink eye – considering she only has the one eye to give it to you with. Don’t ask about the other one, she’ll show you how she¬† got it t do its disappearing act. In fact – she’s giving me the glare now, while the new on in the Zoot Suit plays some daunting tune on the random piano in my skull, puffing on a stogie and what she calls a “bread knife” sitting on the top of the baby grand next to her brass knuckles…

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Thank You Mr. Hardy – Legend, Great Flick. Image also from Somewhere on Tumblr

Shit, I’m about to get my ass kicked…

P.S: Prose writing. Ain’t it great? Grammatical Rules of Grammarness be damned! Well. I mean… Like… To an extent.