*Hangs head*....alright....

*Finally runs out of things to delay with*

.....alright, dammit, I'll start NaNoWriMo......dammit...

Hah, quitter.

I'm still going strong on my delay!

Mine ends after one month after we finish this move.

You can still make it, Diacanu! I've only typed 8000 words or so, though I haven't typed out my notebook yet. I hope to be around 16k by the end of this weekend, if not more. Still, that's behind schedule. 21667 is the real goal by the end of tomorrow.
Just don't take it too seriously. If you feel you've done a decent amount of work each and every day from now on, you should consider yourself a winner!

12000 words!

Well behind schedule though. dammit.

Page 1!!

Zed Of The Undead.


A vampire walks into a bar...


Jerry looked at the pale stranger, fully and calmly aware that he was a vampire.
“Say, that reminds me of an old joke”, he said to Vinnie, who sat on the opposite side of
the table from him.

“Let’s have it”, Vinnie said.

Jerry started “okay, vampire walks into a bar, and he asks the bartender for a cup of
blood. Bartender goes out, kills a rat, drains the blood into a glass, brings it to the
vampire. Vampire drinks it, goes on his merry way. Next night, same thing. Third night,
different vampire, says his friend told him about the place, asks for a cup of boiling water.
Confused, the bartender obeys. Vampire pulls out a tampon, dips it in the boiling water,
goes ‘I like mine instant!’”.

“Stupid”, grumbled Vinnie.

“Oh yeah? Well fuck you too, man! Let’s hear your jokes, you’re such connoisseur of
humor!”.

Vinnie had been squinting at the vampire up at the bar the whole time.
Finally, he muttered “I think I went to school with that guy!”.

“No shit!?”, gasped Jerry.
“You gonna go say something?”, Jerry then asked.

A long pause from Vinnie and then “nahhh, he was kind of a dick”.

“Yeah, well people can change”, Jerry offered.

“Nah, not this guy. Trust me”, grumbled Vinnie who then permanently shifted his attention
to his oversized fancily decorated drink.

Now, I just gotta do that...200 or so...more times......

Well....3 days to go, and still just the one page.

Guess I failed.

Well, guess it's still better than last year with the 80 or so unusable and thus pretty much thrown away pages, and therefore nothing.

Here's another page anway.
S'all I got out before getting blocked again.


Part 2. The tale of the bartender.

A vampire walked up to the bar.

“What can I get for you, stranger?”, the bartender asked.

“Ah, christ, I dunno, you got anything blue?”.

“Well, there’s this”, the bartender said, producing a bottle from behind the bar.

“No, I don’t want that”.

“Why not?”.

“Label looks gay. Got something else?”.

“Um, how about this?”.

“That’s got floaty things in it. What are the floaty things?”.

“Um...says here, um...yeah, it’s in some funny language, so I dunno”.

“What do you mean funny language?”, the vampire asked.

“Well, like not Chinese or Japanese...like, I can’t read ‘em or tell ‘em apart, but I can at
least tell if it’s in that neighborhood, but this is like, some weird...y’know, a funny
language. Like advanced math or flying saucer markings or something”.

“Um, yeah, I’ll have the alien juice with the floaty things”, the vampire finally decided.

The bartender set down a shotglass, and tipped the bottle, about to pour.

“No, I can tell that’s not gonna be enough, give me a big glass”, the vampire said.

“Oh, alright then”, the bartender said, pulling out a big duralex glass”.

“Yeah, fill that up to almost spilling, there you go”, the vampire mumbled.

Then, the drink being poured per his instructions, the vampire leaned down, sipped down
the excess until he could pick up the glass without spilling, and downed the rest like it was
soda.

Before his vision closed off to utter blackness, the vampire could’ve sworn he saw a guy
he went to high school with off in the corner.

Well, D., if you won't try, you won't win either. Fairly basic math, that. So maybe the question to ask yourself is why you don't write. Too much thinking in advance? Waiting for your muse? Which is it?

I dunno, I like talking to people here, and talking about things that already exist, like movies and stuff, so if I had a book like that to do, I'd fly through.
Logically, I know how I should trick my mind into doing fiction that way, but every time I sit down to do it, it becomes an impenetratable ordeal like homework.

Mostly what I've wasted the month trying to solve.

I think its cos you think of it as "write a story". I mean, that's bound to slam against anyone. So you ask questions, "what type, why, set when" and then that can cause problems when you're writing for youself.

This is why i only get essays done last minute, years of being told to write essay plans, and i have no idea to start that way!! Instead, i end up failing till the last minute, then giving up on doing it "right" and just writing my argument, with notes or book to check up facts.

Instead of "writ[ing] a story" why not just think of it as putting the crap in your head on paper? Even if its nothing you want any of us to see, if it gets personal in places or something, it might be useful.

Then again, maybe i'm talking complete crap.

Not at all. There are many types of books, why would it ahve to be a traditional 'story'? He'd have a book if he'd just write down what he'd like to tell his new girlfriend when he finds her. My guess is Diacanu would say: I'd be way too embarrased to do that. But that's what would make it interesting. It wouldn't all have to be true either, but it would be a peek into a mind not our own, and that is always interesting, no matter how weird, perverted, shameful, funny, exciting or offensive it is. 'Write about what you know' is a rule that can work wonders. You don't always have to, but if you do, you cut out a lot of insecurities.

Thats kinda what i was saying. He needs to get out of the "i'm writing a story" frame of mind, the kind that questions what a story is, and if what he;'s writing fits into his assigned boundaries, and instead, just write. I was saying he should write what he knows, and in the beginning, not worry about showing it to people in the end, ebcause then he can write more personal, freer ideas rather than what he thinks people want to read. You need to cut away at something large, rather than honing every single word, sentance, idea and implication as you go, sometimes.

Hmmm, you guys have given me a lot to think about.

And yeah, Zenow, I have pretty much realized I'm sick of the whole superhero/spaceship/wizard thing, and have mined it into the core of the Earth.

So, maybe I should throw out the failed "vampire in a bar", story, and all the Torrentverse projects I obligated myself into, and do something like that.

Yeah, whatever I choose, I think I'll do my own NanoWriMo in December.

I failed but not for lack of trying, there were 2 factors:

1. The story was too weak to fill 50.000 words. Could have tacked on something, but that wasn't the point.
2. The whole real life business got in the way. New job and all.

Next year

Awww...:-(