So it’s that time of the year again. No wait.. it’s that time of the year again 8 days ago. You can tell from my extra enthusiasm this year that I’m going to fail miserably again for this year’s attempt at NaNoWriMo. NaNo Fucking WriMo. I don’t even fucking know why I put myself through this. DEADLINES ARE MY FUCKING NEMESIS, and if I were to ever fucking finish this fucking NaNoWriMo thingy, I’ll be fucking damned if there isn’t at least 25,000 fucking “fucking” words in the 50,000-word fucking mini-novella. Fucking fuck.
So I’ve been doing this since 2004… then again in 2005… and then 2006… I even made it into one of my 2007 resolutions.. but a chapter a month? Who the fuck am I trying to kid? I don’t have that kind of fucking discipline.. (just like Mulder in Californication - best new show to grace the tv this year). And I think I know why.
I think I may have figured out the reason why I have failed yet again and again and again. I keep harping on Daud… my main protaganist for the past couple of years. Daud in Distress… my ass. (Hey that rhymes!). So this year, ladies and gentlemen… I HAVE DECIDED TO KILL THAT SORRY MOTHERFUCKER.
Yes.. no more Daud In Distress for me this year. My new mini-novella will be called…..
“DISTRESSED DAUD… IS DEAD”
(an excerpt)
“”So this is how I’m going to die. Huh.. I didn’t think it would be this anti climactic. An accident. A fucking random accident.” That was the thought that went through Daud’s mind. In that split second, when you think a person would freak the fuck out when he was about to be greeted by the Grim Reaper, it was surprisingly a serene, and most surreal 5 microseconds of Daud’s miserable, pathetic life”
HAHAHAHA….. I’m so glad I’m killing this character. Take that, you asshole.
Okay, does anyone else think I need some form of medication?
ps. my new NaNo profile is listed on the left-side of this page. Yay!
