Dude.... I have the oldest account. It's older than all of your accounts combined. Yeah, my failures are very heartening, considering I failed twice. :P
I know, it is horrifying how much of a NaNo vet you are. I feel like a young whippersnapper despite (almost certainly) being the oldest in this thread.
Yeaahh...it was your mistake. I was half asleep when I wrote that...
And I don't get your maths...sorta do...but yeaahh.
Vaaniiitty vaaniiitty noo one understands, how beautiful faairies areee! A mother is caring she's loving and sharing she something and something da dee daaa. She picks up your clothes and wipes up your nose and something something something. Coz Piraattes do it in style...pirates plunder with a smile...its shadey and me in harmony...we'll capturree the indians...we're the lost boys, we're the lost boys, da de da ded dad da da lost boys....you can flyyy, you can fly.
/rant of random musical songs stuck in my head. MUSICAL WEEK!!!
*thinking thinking...brain fried..need more Halloween candy and caffinee* Writing out all my ideas for settings characters and events the more I think the more things seem to pop up wonders if after the mess of Scribbling I can organize it...only got the intro done, thats 500 words.
Considering I write a solid 3000 words in an hour if I am not hitting a writer's block I am certain I could do this in a weekend, but my question is why on earth would I waste my genius on NaNo and not just write a book.
Bet Strop's writing is verbose and recondite. (Read his synopsis :P. It doesn't hint at verbose, but it certainly hints at 'transcendent and weird'. Transcendent is weird.)
Seriously though, I bet if I were to rewrite anyone else's writing, the word count would drop to at most 80% of the original, because I'm going to be all like "The context builds meaning, even if it's not the one intended because it is also subject to the reader's interpretation".
The input in my mind is:
"The ball was red with the passion and vigor of the youth of cliche and normality. There were dozens of balls, each identical to the others."
The output at my fingertips is:
"The ball was red and there were dozens of balls, all identical."
I need to kill the editor in me that takes out the 'opinionated' and leaves the 'subjective' pulp. (Think grits with a dash of powdered pepper.)
Also, first one to beat Strop to 50,000 within the bounds of the rules of NaNo gets a mer-ry Thanksgiving (i.e. no scrambling for word count during Turkey Day if you're in the U.S.).
The ball sat there, without a thought for the world, its red colour showing its anger and emotion, a feeling which was heightened by its fellows, which sat around it. This created a mass entity of redness.