Speak Stiltedly and Wear a Yellow Shirt

There’s nothing like a little gratuitous introspection to fill out those last 1000 words.

I like Thanksgiving because it’s Christmas Lite—all the food with only half the kitsch—but Seema prefers the Christmas music. Her latest discovery: Osama Got Run Over By A Reindeer.

The Incredibles was lots of fun. I highly recommend it, especially for Edna Mode, Seamstress to the Supers. I still have 8% of NaNo to go, so I’ll just point you to this Objectivist review of the movie.

For some reason the heat in my building always breaks down on holidays. I got back to Boston post-turkey and it was ambient November in my apartment with no hot water, either. (It didn’t help that I’d left the windows cracked.) So I did what I usually do when the heat’s off on a cold winter night—I camped out in the kitchen and baked.

It turned out there were actual furnace guys in the basement fixing things, which was more than I’d hoped for. The hot water came on after a couple of hours, and the heat a bit after that. So NaNo continues without frozen fingers.

The management apologizes for the lack of content due to the twin distractions of turkey and NaNo. Today is approximately the 85% point of NaNoWriMo,

I’ve added more scenes to the novel for filler, since editing wasn’t increasing my word count quickly enough. So far I have a new opening scene, two alien sports events, and some Jack adventure (because the novel was low on Jack content). I’m hoping to finish early over the weekend, but I’ll probably be desperately typing until the last minute.

Free font of the day: Kontrapunkt

The management apologizes for yesterday’s lack of content. The web server was out to lunch. We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog:

I had a surprise job interview recently, and if I get hired it will also be a surprise. The company sounds much more interesting than I expected, and the location is far superior to the usual place in the boondocks. It’s not the perfect spot (which would be right next to Filenes’ Basement downtown), but ‘twould do, ‘twould do.

Yesterday was the 66% point (33,333 words) for NaNoWriMo, but since I’ve been slacking this weekend I just got there today. That means I’m still days behind on my special take-Thanksgiving-off NaNo schedule, but there’s still hope for the novel. Many apologies to Jerie for slipping into the NaNo category. I’ll try to blog about something not restricted to NaNo:

Here’s some advice from 43folders on how to hack your way out of writer’s block. Under his category of Do something important that’s very easy, I highly recommend writing a synopsis of your novel. Mine has helped me to see where my characters are being passive or running around in circles.

So the question arises, when you get home at 1 am and have written 62 words all weekend, do I try to catch up, or do I go to bed? I’m leaning towards bed.

Via Improbable Research: Jarl Flensmark postulates that schizophenia is caused by high heels. Yet another reason to wear your Birkenstocks.

Give it a whirl: Google Scholar.