A teeny tiny rant.

What is up with libraries? I do not have the space or the money to actually buy books, so I kind of rely on the library. But the kind of book I like is either horror or experimental fiction (in fact, horror is often experimental but they put it with the horror because they don’t know how else to categorise it) and the bulk of fiction in libraries are either crime or Chick lit, both of which I find to be the most dull and predictable sorts of books. It’s like how most of the stuff they play on the radio is fucking Take That or Shane Ward. Just because the majority of people are either too scared to break away from the crowd or too stupid to appreciatiate anything that makes them think or tries to make a statement…I mean, where does that leave me? I won’t write normal popular fiction, only weird experimental stuff. I could, but it bores the shit out of me.

Uuaaaggghhhhhhh!!!

I really do not like the thought of having to drag myself out of my lovely warm bed in the icelike temperatures in the middle of the night (7am) tomorrow. Still, only 10 days to go…

Uhhhhh…

Screwed

Ok, so I totally screwed Nanowrimo up this year. I think I ought to be forgiven, considering that I was rehearsing for a play every day for 6 days of the month, went out getting drunk on 3 days of the month, was in a play for 2 days of the month and was otherwise engaged (out with friends not getting drunk, watching DVD’s or reading). That didn’t leave me with many days really. And I was behind from the start, and I know that’s no excuse, but I’m still trying to get over…you know….

Anyway, I messed it up totally. I wrote a total of about 10,000 words on 2 different stories during the entire month. And they were both shit. But at least I had the experience of failure. And I haven’t blogged either. I know. But hey, life is goood. 14 days of having to get up at 7am and then I’m free (until January the 2nd). I love the job I’m in now, but I hate having to get up in the middle of the night to get to Nottingham.

 So, for the simple reason that I’m going to have a lot more chance of actually doing this, my challange now is to write 50,000 on any fiction during december. It doesn’t matter if I write 50 stories of 1000 words, or one long story or three stories of 17000 wordsm, 50,000 words of anything and I win. I’m not going to completely fail at this. I’m a Capricorn. I will not lose. 

I guess I’m going to fail at this now.