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[Jimmy the Squid]

I have about 14,000 words at this point, none of them any good.

I'm thinking of starting over or at least doing some major editing.

[scarred]

The editor in me says no! Finish it all before your edit.

The writer in me says "FUCK THIS THIS IS TERRIBLE I'M STARTING OVER GAAAAAAAAHGGGHGHGHSGHAG"

[20 jazz funk greats]

I have about 14,000 words at this point, none of them any good.

dude at least you have 14 000 words.
damn you.

[20 jazz funk greats]

uh, at the time of this post i'm only at 10 947 words. (50 885 characters, 39 pages)

tender, it's cool that you are finally writing something you've been putting off for years (i am doing the same thing. i first came up with the idea for the novel i'm working on when i was in grade 7, maybe?) but the point of nanowrimo is that you're supposed to start from scratch on november 1st and write at least 1667 words per day. i've only been reaching about 1000 each day as well but that is not  a "nice groove" , it's slacking on my part and i'm trying to catch up and it seems overwhelming. (what the hell happened to me being able to write like over 9000 words a day about nothing in particular?)  the worst part is that i'm not neglecting nanowrimo for legitimate reasons such as work/school. i just write reeeeeeally fucking slowly. 

[pilsner]

So apparently some kid in Plaistow, NH wrote his 50,000 words as a review of every single person in his high school class.  It's, ahem, getting some media attention.  Here's the book in case you're curious.

Man you know this just occurred to me but rating everyone in a given community in a really provocative and insulting way would be a hilarious troll post in an internet forum.

[scarred]

Man that kid can't write.

[syrupykeyboard]

Anyways, here is the poem, it's called , “Load Paper The Press Select.”
("poem")
Load paper then press select.

lolwat

Dear Joshua Peter Tubbs:
JUST PUT. SOME FUCKING PAPER. IN. THE. FUCKING. PRINTER. AND STOP. LAMENTING THE FATE OF AN INANIMATE OBJECT. THE FATE OF WHICH. YOU COULD EASILY. REMEDY. IF YOU. WOULD JUST PUT. SOME FUCKING PAPER. IN. THE. FUCKING. PRINTER. YOU LITERARY HACK YOU.

EDIT: oh god did i kill it i didn't mean to i'm so sorry please forgive me guys a bloo bla bloo

[KharBevNor]

Man that kid can't write.

He's pretty much the new William Burroughs.

Anyway, I did not finish this because my computer broke down on like the 18th and I only just got the files back.

bah.