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Nov. 27th, 2006 12:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyDear Brain,
The stuff you make up will never be as strange as real life. Remember walking into Blockbusters last week and seeing a Le Tigre video playing on all their screens? Remember![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aethelflaed2's post about her cousin who was brushing her teeth and *swallowed her toothbrush*?
Thought you did. So stop trying so hard.
Which gets me to Nanowrimo.
Look, it was so simple! We actually planned ahead this time; it was going to be such a simple story, two rival groups putting on plays in Boston, a little love triangle. Backstage drama! Relationship stuff! Odd supporting characters pulled from life!
And now it's time to start wrapping things up, and look, just LOOK at our beautiful plan. There's no rival group; Warren Lynch hasn't even made an appearance since he got arrested 32,000 pages ago! Two of our main characters are off in Wisconsin picking up after the end of a rave involving drugs spiked with diluted werewolf saliva, somehow the 30th Muse (who I don't even *see* on our outline--I mean, yes, it makes sense that the ranks of Muses would expand as Art evolves, but 'Madison, the Muse of Subliminals'? Really, now) has become your Big Bad, and what's this about a war in the middle of the Atlantic? No. Just...no. No fistfights between Poseidon and Agwe, no world-ending crises, NO MARTIANS. Just get to the Fringe Festival that this whole story was *supposed* to be about!
Love,
Me
The stuff you make up will never be as strange as real life. Remember walking into Blockbusters last week and seeing a Le Tigre video playing on all their screens? Remember
aethelflaed2's post about her cousin who was brushing her teeth and *swallowed her toothbrush*?Thought you did. So stop trying so hard.
Which gets me to Nanowrimo.
Look, it was so simple! We actually planned ahead this time; it was going to be such a simple story, two rival groups putting on plays in Boston, a little love triangle. Backstage drama! Relationship stuff! Odd supporting characters pulled from life!
And now it's time to start wrapping things up, and look, just LOOK at our beautiful plan. There's no rival group; Warren Lynch hasn't even made an appearance since he got arrested 32,000 pages ago! Two of our main characters are off in Wisconsin picking up after the end of a rave involving drugs spiked with diluted werewolf saliva, somehow the 30th Muse (who I don't even *see* on our outline--I mean, yes, it makes sense that the ranks of Muses would expand as Art evolves, but 'Madison, the Muse of Subliminals'? Really, now) has become your Big Bad, and what's this about a war in the middle of the Atlantic? No. Just...no. No fistfights between Poseidon and Agwe, no world-ending crises, NO MARTIANS. Just get to the Fringe Festival that this whole story was *supposed* to be about!
Love,
Me
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Date: 2006-11-27 07:47 pm (UTC)