Esnesnon 30-10-09

Good morning.



This will be my last English post for a while, unless I'm mistaken. I happen to intend to do something I might regret rather soon; I will participate with NaNoWriMo since I'm too much of a wuss to ignore the mails about the subject clotting up my inbox. It's a challenge, and I'm too proud to miss a challenge. I know very well I tried it last year and screwed up halfway. I know all to well I have a lot more things to do this month then last year. I am well aware of my limitations, that's why I will do a few things differently to help myself out. First of all, the story is a hell of a lot simpler then the previous one. It's also less ambitious and structured beforehand. Second (oh well, this is more like the fourth point, but who cares about counting) I will write the entire damn 50k thing on my blog. In Dutch. That means: yes, blog posts, yes, you get to read my book, but forget about quality and I will not heed your criticism until the end of the month. So there. The book will be written in 22 posts, each about 2237 words or more. It won't be a normal story in the sense that it could happen to any other person or that the story takes place in the familiar reality. So fantasy, and the vague sort. Like I said, the story is simpler. That means it's simple to write, not necessarily to read.

But enough about NaNo. There is fun stuff in the world too. I'm going to a jazz-thingie tomorrow evening, which sounds nice. Near the end of the month I might go to another musical thing which I don't intend to write about because I want to write a book at that moment instead of wasting internet space with my blathering. (Excuse me while I try to discern NaNo and mindless blathering.) Next week's weekend I believe I'll be occupied with other activities then writing. The penultimate weekend of next month I'll be far away from computers and I'll be having an awesome weekend instead, filled to the brim with all the joys that also accompany the platonic student's life. In other words, it looks like the next month is nice. It also looks like I picked the wrong month to pretend to write a novel. Four out of five weekends will probably end up unsuited for sitting in front of a monitor. I feel weird for grieving for having too much fun to write a novel. Anyway, starting sunday, it's Novel Month at Esnesnon. Yay.

Hugo Maat.