Nanowrimo's coming up again. I'm not going to do it this year, even though I am going to do it. But I'm not going to do it. Because I am. If that doesn't make sense just be thankful you don't live in my head.
I'm probably going to write something in goddamn MAGICAL fucking REALISM. I honestly hate it as a genre because of the way it's regarded as 'colonial'. We're a colonial people and dorks prancing around in armor with swords doesn't appeal to us so lets have hard-boiled eggs talking and turning into babies while the sky turns red to just one person and the birds all suddenly become omens.
But yeah, I watched A Scanner Darkly again the other night and the scenes where they're all sitting around in the house talking shit with nothing happening just gelled with me. I'm not going to try again. Maybe this time I won't make it.