So Many Shrimp

Here's one man's stand against National Novel Writing Month. 

Frankly, your pal here can't get too exercised about NaNoWriMo, as they call it.*  It seems to me to be antithetical to good writing, just as seeing how many shrimp you can eat in 10 minutes is antithetical to fine dining.  Doing this doesn't make you a gourmand, and writing 50,000 words in a month doesn't make you a novelist, no matter how warm you feel inside.  (You might well have a Unibomber-esque future in manifesto writing, however, if you're willing to confine yourself to single-space typing and a creepy ramshackle cabin in rural America.)

Then again, if self-limiting stunt writing warms the cockles of your soul, who am I to really argue?  Gorge away, friend!

It is hilarious, if true, that people are roping mere toddlers into the mix.  It's about time we got those little bastards off their asses and doing something productive.

(*An abbreviation that might well be the first clue that something's amiss with this enterprise: "I don't have time to spell the whole motherfucker out, coz I nd 2 rit lk 8000 wrds 2day.")

Comments

[Sampsell]

I think you're dissing the Unabomber too much.