Drink up, dreamers, you're running dry.

Hoo boy. Pain in my shoulder from weightlifting and headweasels set to 'chatter unhelpfully'. Looks like it's another late shift on Word for me. Current earworms time.

A friend has been encouraged into creative writing and I promised I'd write something more substantial than a Facebook comment. I've written more frivolously about the NaNoWriMo slog here, but not much since people started going 'hey this is not utter tosh so how about editing eh' because I’ve been, er, editing.

( Such that a newbie can offer deep insight into the writing process, here it is. )

Well, that got long. Any questions?

So, I finished NaNoWriMo on the 28th, getting 51847 words before midnight. And that was before adding another 500 words or so of epilogue. And now I would go splat, only I have all this editing thing to get finished. Blargle.

What have we all learned from my first winning Wrimo, then? In the spirit of the recent Barnes and Noble piece, I've done a list of 30 things about my NaNoWriMo which may or may not contain copious amounts of Tumblr gifs.

( Because writing iz srs bizness )

TL;DR- wrote a novel, turned into a starving artist/hormonal teenager/boring prog fart, really enjoyed the entire process. Even if I scared everyone around me. Roll on the long painful edit!

Hello everyone. It's gone 2am and I'm not asleep. Why's that, you ask? Because I'm doing NaNoWriMo again.

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( Day 2: 5 Artists In Search of a Country, Beta Males: Superopolis )


( Day 3: Lebensmude, Ulysses Dies At Dawn )

Coming next- Day 4 and our late night on the Fringe...

Yes yes, OK, I have been harried by certain coworkers to write the other bit of this. Since I'm in a cheesy mood since Top of the Pops '78 was on, here it is!

Disclaimer- both participants here are, as last time, stone cold sober. Believe it or not.

( MORE RAMBLING GOES HERE )

Coming next- the big six! Stay tuned!

Today, I have duly flown the Saltire out the front window for the first year ever, in retaliation for 2 years of cringe-inducing running the England flag up an actual flagpole across the road (gotta love toothless Fenland folk :p). I've also dug out Ma Broon's Cookbook in the hope of gaining inspiration for dinner. Mince and tatties maybe? Stovies? Scotch pies? Also, were it not for the lack of muslin and suet, I'd dearly love to do a clootie dumpling, which apparently some enterprising company has made both 'healthier' (no suet, more fruit) and gluten-free. Sorry, but national puddings I refuse to compromise on folks- it's all artery-furring or none. :D

Also, thank you to whoever changed the wiki article from 'Cockland'. Bet it was a Sassenach vandal. Bloody typical, you lot. ;)

Tonight I plan to have a few wee drams, possibly dig out my Scottish book collection and I have various DVDs at my disposal. As well as the stuff on my Gerard Kelly obit post, there's been plenty of internet-found highlights:

- The BBC archives had this wonderful show about the Mallaig to Fort William line by steamtrain. The scenery is just breathtaking.

- Here's a classic episode of Absolutely. I particularly love the Stoneybridge Olympic bid a few minutes in, and everyone's favourite bore Calum Gilhooley at ~28 mins. <3 Moray Hunter.

- Also from Absolutely, national emissary McGlashan has a heartfelt message for our English friends. :P

- And here's a Scottish playlist to warm the cockles of your heart.

And now I must away and do some more writing...