A policeman caught a nasty little boy with a penknife in one hand and a squirrel in the other. “Now listen here,” the policeman said, “Whatever you do to that poor, defenseless creature, I’ll personally do to you” “In that case,” said the boy, “I’ll kiss it’s ass and let it go free.”
A brain walks into a bar and says, “I’ll have a pint of beer please.” The bartender takes one look at him and says “Sorry, I can’t serve you.” “Why not,” the brain asks? “Because anyone can see that you’re already out of your head.”
National Novel Writing Month (often shortened to NaNoWriMo) is an annual, Internet-based creative writing project that takes place during the month of November. Participants attempt to write a 50,000-word manuscript between November 1 and November 30. Well-known authors write “pep-talks” to keep them motivated throughout the process. The website provides participants, called “Wrimos”, with tips for writer’s block, information on where local participants are meeting, and an online community of support. Focusing on the length of a work rather than the quality, writers are encouraged to finish their first draft quickly so that it can later be edited at the author’s discretion. The project started in July 1999 with 21 participants. By the 2010 event, over 200,000 people took part and wrote a total of over 2.8 billion words. source: Writers wishing to participate must first register on the project’s website, where they can post profiles and information about their novels, including synopses and excerpts. Word counts are validated on the site, with writers submitting a copy of their novel for automatic counting. Municipal leaders and regional forums help connect local writers, holding writing events and providing encouragement. source:https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/National_Novel_Writing_Month
So this year I will be attempting to complete the challenge. This will be my first and probably only year to do this challenge. You guys know me by now and understand that anytime someone throws rules, regulations and deadlines in front of me, my mind closes up like a mouse’s butt after getting into the pickle jar. I begin to slowly drift off into the wonderful world of distractions and shiny babbles. But I figured, “What the hell could it hurt?” It will only cost me a little self-esteem and some confidence. I mean, it’s not like I haven’t lived all my life without them anyway. So wish me luck and here goes…
Dressed in denim jackets and bell bottom jeans with colorful patches sewn over holes that never existed, we tried to be normal 1970’s youth. We listened to Neil Young, Cat Stevens, Eagles, America and Pink Floyd. Our attempt to be non-conformists only managed to create more conformity. And short military haircuts can’t be disguised in a world where the length of your hair is a status symbol. No matter how hard we pretended to be friends, it was still just a stranger that passed the hash pipe back across the table. We’d take a hit and dream we were home.