November swiftly approaches
For my mother, this means the end of her birthday month, a month-long celebration of all that is her, primarily denoted by stars all over the calendars and infinitely more cakes than usual (usual number of cakes: zero). I think we've had the caramel apple cake five times now.
For me and a lot of other rather deranged people, this means the inception of NaNoWriMo, for which I have an idea, but it is stupid. Maybe I can improve it in the next, er, seven and a half hours. Or not. At least it will be good for me to write something longer than, say, 500 words.
For
redscharlach and her band of quixotic yet lazy minions, of which I am one, it also marks the inception of No More God-awful Sloppy Posts Month – NoMoGoSloPoMo. I don't know how successfully this can be combined with the sleep-deprived insanity of NaNoWriMo, but I do hereby solemnly swear that, if I do make any God Awful Sloppy Posts this month, I will place them behind LJ-cuts.
A very happy November to you all!
For me and a lot of other rather deranged people, this means the inception of NaNoWriMo, for which I have an idea, but it is stupid. Maybe I can improve it in the next, er, seven and a half hours. Or not. At least it will be good for me to write something longer than, say, 500 words.
For
A very happy November to you all!
Scharlach Red, Scharlach Red, with her minions all
She draws up the rules and charges ahead,
Scharlach Red!
(dum dum dum)
Scharlach Red!
(Later on this may be varied with other verses such as "feeding swine more pearls / with her band of gurls...")
Red Scharlach, Red Scharlach, Red Scharlaaaaacccchhhhhh!"
Great, you can be my personal minstrel! Aren't you pleased?
"...Her minstrel's high pitch / it sounds just like Bach
Red Scharlach, Red Scharlach, Red Scharlaaaaacccchhhhhh!"
And now my old idea seems stupid. Oh well.