This NaNoWriMo yielded 51,000+ relatively coherent words of an anti-dictatorial satire pretending to be a fantasy novel. I'm tentatively calling it "A Visit During Fateful Minutes". (It's something from Fyodor Tyutchev, and no, I'm not expecting anyone to get it.)

Besides several real life societies, the novel parodies also a few fantasy tropes. For instance, the mannish and unpretty heroine turns out to be a Princess, there are dragons that fart fire and look like piles of dirty laundry, and when the shit hits the fan, the handsome prince organizes a field hospital and leaves the action to everyone else.

Also, the good guys kill more of each other in friendly fire than of the enemy in direct engagement, the enemy gets defeated through internal strife and panic, and later the historians lie about everything.

I think it might actually sell.

12 hours 39 minutes and 10 seconds until liberation.

Today is the end of NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. The goal was to write 50,000 of an original novel. I just finished with 52,710 words. The story is only about halfway told, but I'm writing from a good outline, with a clear beginning, middle and end. So that end is in sight.

i feel exhausted. it's been a long november.

Update: eh?

According to my StatCounter, I'm being visited by people from every time zone of the United States, plus Canada, Sweden, Finland, India, Turkey, Spain, Israel, Netherlands, Brazil, Russia, Australia, Mexico, Uganda, and probably others, but I got tired of scrolling. And this despite the fact that I haven't updated this bitch in months.

Jesus Hussein Christ, who the hell are you people and what are you all doing on my lawn?

The trouble with this bloody novel is that there are all those subplots to consider...

Someone just pointed out to me that during the Cold War years, the international calling code for Russia was 007.

Clearly, James Bond was a double agent.

Easter wishes

Happy second-birthday, zombie!Jesus. You'll be happy to know that, spurred on by your message of "braaaains, braaaaains," your dedicated followers have to this day eaten on your behalf the brains of over 1/6th of the world's population. You must be so very proud.

WTF moment of the week...

My boy brought home a box of Belgian chocolates yesterday. All the pieces in it were named after locales. One of the two foil-wrapped pieces in the box was called... "leper."

...

Until I finally made the connection with Ypres, I was sort of apprehensive about unwrapping it.

Blogger keyword of the day: foeppswy. Sounds like a Yiddish curse: may all our foes get leprosy.

Sitting at work, looking out the window... hey, snow is falling upwards! And sideways. Anyways but down like it should.

Actual forecast for tonight: "thundersnow."

I bet it's much nicer in Finland right now.

Edit: you know you're in a proper snowstorm when by the time you make it indoors, your pockets are full of snow.

Your inner pockets.