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November is over
Just me complaining. You can ignore me.
Last week, because everyone else was doing it, I counted up the number of words that I wrote in November. It turns out that I should have joined NaNoWriMo, because I crossed 60,000 with a bit of a margin. Despite this, I've come to the conclusion that my plot is boring and slow-moving, as evidenced by the fact that not many major events happened, nor were there many "wow" moments. To add to this, the story is pointless because the characters feel shallow and not well developed, and the dialogue just drags, as does the language. It feels like real authors have a much better way with words, and actually know their characters. I always feel like I only have a vague understanding of the people in my head, and that I spend too much of my time thinking of what I would do instead of what they would do, and just generally getting in the way of my own story. And to add onto this I can no longer read anything decent without wanting to rip it to shreds out of envy.
Bah, whatever. Probably my story just sucks on its own accord. I'm going off to commit Internet Suicide* now.
* Internet Suicide is defined as the act of leaving a tearful farewell message (e.g. "OMG U guys R so MEEn!1! I going 2 go KILL myself now! Hope to C U in HELL!11!!"), followed by a period of voluntary separation from the internet which my last as long as sixty minutes before the user returns either under a different screen name, or claiming that the opinions of insiginficant people don't matter to them, or pretending that they remember nothing.**
** Warning: Internet Suicide is against Internet Law, and is thus an Internet Crime. Commiting Internet Suicide without approval from your physician/psychologist and/or Tom Cruise may result in you being arrested by the Internet Police, having to obtain the services of an Internet Lawyer, and possibly being tried in Internet Court. If convicted you could face a fine payable in either cookies or Internet Money, as well as time in Internet Jail. Now you know; and knowing is half the battle.
Last week, because everyone else was doing it, I counted up the number of words that I wrote in November. It turns out that I should have joined NaNoWriMo, because I crossed 60,000 with a bit of a margin. Despite this, I've come to the conclusion that my plot is boring and slow-moving, as evidenced by the fact that not many major events happened, nor were there many "wow" moments. To add to this, the story is pointless because the characters feel shallow and not well developed, and the dialogue just drags, as does the language. It feels like real authors have a much better way with words, and actually know their characters. I always feel like I only have a vague understanding of the people in my head, and that I spend too much of my time thinking of what I would do instead of what they would do, and just generally getting in the way of my own story. And to add onto this I can no longer read anything decent without wanting to rip it to shreds out of envy.
Bah, whatever. Probably my story just sucks on its own accord. I'm going off to commit Internet Suicide* now.
* Internet Suicide is defined as the act of leaving a tearful farewell message (e.g. "OMG U guys R so MEEn!1! I going 2 go KILL myself now! Hope to C U in HELL!11!!"), followed by a period of voluntary separation from the internet which my last as long as sixty minutes before the user returns either under a different screen name, or claiming that the opinions of insiginficant people don't matter to them, or pretending that they remember nothing.**
** Warning: Internet Suicide is against Internet Law, and is thus an Internet Crime. Commiting Internet Suicide without approval from your physician/psychologist and/or Tom Cruise may result in you being arrested by the Internet Police, having to obtain the services of an Internet Lawyer, and possibly being tried in Internet Court. If convicted you could face a fine payable in either cookies or Internet Money, as well as time in Internet Jail. Now you know; and knowing is half the battle.
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