Well, Muppet dear, I was right. I haven't yet started my NaNoWriMo novel, the one where Gwen digs around in a graveyard. I've contemplated a whole different novel. But this new novel is still in the fun daydream stage, and has not yet lent itself to work. Never mind that, though. I've promised to tell you all about your name. Better late than never, eh?
You were named Muppet for the Muppet Babies. Every time I think of you, Muppet, I hear the theme song for that cartoon. It's bound to put a damper on our relationship. Anyway, the muppets were all highly imaginative little tykes. Seemed a proper name for a muse. Ah, but what kind of muse are you? Somehow I think of you as a dog. Probably the alliterative appeal of calling you Muppet the Mutt. Dogs can be encouraging creatures, I've heard. Or mean and growly. Both traits any good muse needs.
Enough of this nonsense. I must go now, to write. One or another of the would-be novels that float within the mists of my mind. Muppet does his job well. Teeth bared and growling, he urges me forward.
Quote of the day: Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend.
Inside of a dog it's too dark to read.
-Groucho Marx
Monday, November 3, 2008
Friday, October 31, 2008
NaNoWriMo! Oh my!
Why would I do such a thing to myself?
This fine November morning (well, okay, it's midnight...) I chose to sign up at NaNoWriMo. For those of you who don't know, that means I have decided to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. The likelihood of my completing this challenge, on a scale of one to ten(with ten being most likely), is a negative 7004.
Sad, but true. My grand plan of nearly two years ago? The one where I would write one sentence a day for a year? Hah! I have, like, five sentences. This blog, which I started on 12/01/2006? This is my sixth post.
So, here we go. Graveyards and Gwendolyn. That's my main character and part of my plot. In case my muse takes a peek at this post. I mean, with my track record, how else is a muse to mull over my writing?
Maybe my muse will like me better if I give it a name. Let's see. My muse is named... Muppet!
Goodbye, dear Muppet. Tomorrow I shall tell you how my first day's writing went, and how you got your name.
Word of the Day: noctuary: (noun)an account of what passes in the night; the opposite of a diary
This fine November morning (well, okay, it's midnight...) I chose to sign up at NaNoWriMo. For those of you who don't know, that means I have decided to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. The likelihood of my completing this challenge, on a scale of one to ten(with ten being most likely), is a negative 7004.
Sad, but true. My grand plan of nearly two years ago? The one where I would write one sentence a day for a year? Hah! I have, like, five sentences. This blog, which I started on 12/01/2006? This is my sixth post.
So, here we go. Graveyards and Gwendolyn. That's my main character and part of my plot. In case my muse takes a peek at this post. I mean, with my track record, how else is a muse to mull over my writing?
Maybe my muse will like me better if I give it a name. Let's see. My muse is named... Muppet!
Goodbye, dear Muppet. Tomorrow I shall tell you how my first day's writing went, and how you got your name.
Word of the Day: noctuary: (noun)an account of what passes in the night; the opposite of a diary
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