Nano Nano...

I am crashing and burning on this nano thing (see www.nanowrimo.org) I am barely 5,000 words and it's already November tenth. I feel like I'm getting no where but more confusion. My novel, as it is now, reads like an episode of Lost, except without progression. Granted, Lost doesn't have much progression either. I think it's a big joke on the audience to try and find a meaning behind the show. Don't let the critics fool you, you don't have to be a genius to understand Lost, you have to be an idiot to think there's anything to understand.

Or...was that the other way around.

At any rate, I'm still trying. I'm now typing the equivalent of two novels. Because I'm too lazy to send myself the first part of my novel I've started typing other scenes from whatever parts of my novel I want to at work. When I get home I'll work on the first part. When I'm at work I work on scenes that may or may not happen. Right now I think it's fair to say that my novel is a tossed salad of Firefly influences and not knowing what in the heckadoodle to do next. Whenever I write what seems to be an end to a scene I put a line there and start a new one. Introduce a new character, go back to previous characters and see what they're up to. It reads like someone strung out my brain and rung it out on a hanky and then blew their nose on it.

I'm so tired.

current mood: defeated

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3,600 / 50,000 (7.2%)

You ever get a craving?

For something that is obviously not natural for you to be craving? I don't mean pregnancy cravings, I mean those everyday food cravings. Like, you're watching tv or eating a sandwich and suddenly you have this gutwrenching craving for potato chips. Can you imagine if cavemen had a craving for potato chips? No. They aren't a naturally occuring food.

I wonder if that is why we evolved (I know I know, I'm in the south and that's a dirty word). If we were eating bark and berries and raw meat and thought, "Man. I could really eat some carbohydrates from a brown round vegetable that you can chop into slices and bake and/or fry with various other chemicals that don't exist yet. Something crispy. And this bark ain't cuttin' it. I'm going to invent the wheel."

I wonder if it was genuinly a desire for something better in our lives that drove us forward. Or perhaps it was a selfish desire for something better--either way we went from being deer-like prey to obnoxious earth-destroying human beings. Homosapiens, even!

I dunno. Can a craving for potato chips really do all that? I had a craving for potato chips a few days ago and went down to the Walgreens store and bought some on sale. But what if I hadn't had potato chips? Hell, I could have cured cancer...

currently: a swhat?

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