Movember...denied!
But alas, it won't be the case this year. There are two weddings to go to this year in November- Clark and Hayley's and Brad and Nez's- and since the weddings are going to be mid-November our moustaches will be at that weird halfway point where it will be that malformed, strange tufts of facial hair growing from the school lunch lady-stage and not fit for human viewing. So instead of risking being ripped to shreds by a murder of shrieking bridesmaids who will insist we grew them for the sole purpose of wrecking the wedding photos instead of the manly reason of winning a drunken bet we shall remain relatively clean shaven. Dammit.
November also hails the start of NaNoWriMo, the National November Writing month, where you're supposed to write a 50,000 word mini-novella. Although I won't officially participate due to my limited language skills and bad grammar, I shall attempt to write a book that starts off fairly normal but ends up as a full-blown zombie invasion ( Because literature that does not contain the undead confuses me). The Working title is ' Slow Rot Boogie' but that is subject to change.
I'm so cool, I have beard on my hands,
Fatman
2 Comments:
You should call your book "Dance of the Deadites: Slow Rot Boogie" instead. If you do, I get co-writer credit.
Hamish- Well, nothing instills more fear than the wandering dead that comprises of barbershop quartets and zombie Freddie Mercury Impersonators. I'm pretty sure the book would be the first of it's kind.
Ash- Anything that has an Evil Dead reference is automatically 30% cooler in my books. And considering I actually prefer reading your stuff than mine I'd be happy to oblige that co-writer deal.
p.s. Could you actually write it for me? I'm still stuck on three words leaving 49,997 still left to write. Writing sucks.
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