Time with Tom

Dust Some Cobwebs

Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve been here. I have a great excuse, I promise. I’ve been busy.

No, really.

It’s called Nano Wrimo, and I’ve talked about it here before. And I know Brandon has mentioned it. We’ve been attempting to write a novel (each) this month. I’m up almost at 32,000 words, and Brandon is somewhere, but I don’t know his actual word count. You’d have to ask him.

The novel’s going well. Better than the previous two years, that’s for sure. When I started this back in ‘07, I fell horribly behind, and had to crank out 30,000 words in a week (somewhere around 9,000 the last day, I think). It was nuts. Last year was a lot better, but I still fell behind a few days, which is both very easy to do and very dangerous to do. This year, the most I fell behind so far was one day, and I caught up the next day. I did get ahead by entire days once or twice, which was nice. At the moment, I think I’m ahead by about 12 words, but it’s all good. The plot is insane, the characters are all nutjobs, and I’m not sure some of what I write makes any sense.

So I’m obviously enjoying myself a lot.

The only other news is that I still have the completely used roll of film from the old school camera sitting on my desk, waiting for processing. I have to ask around and find somewhere that’ll do it, because I would love to see how (badly) those pictures turn out. I promise, soon as they’re scanned, you’ll get to see them. Until then, though, you’ll just have to wait.

In the meantime, have some fall pictures from me.

Tom

Resist

So I suppose this is the post where I talk about the pile of blogs I find myself stuck in. I can make snarky comments about people’s mothers, suggest their level of inebriation surpasses that of a Navy sailor on shore leave, or even question their sexual appetites in regard to farm animals. But I won’t. I will rise above that, because that’s just how good of a man I am. Instead, I will post the agreement I am caught in (which sounds as though a blind chimp with A.D.D. typed it up on a Commodore 64):

When anyone adds a new post to their blog, above and beyond whatever post debt they may have accrued, all others will endeavor to update their blog within 24 hours of the initial post. Auto-generated posts pulling from twitter do not count towards the agreement. Leniency will be provided in case something comes up of course, but try to do your best to be prompt. Failure to update without good reason may result in us calling you names or insulting your mother. You have been warned.

Know what’s even more painful than reading it? Being part of it. Apparently, this means that if, say, Brandon of Extant Musings gets all hopped up on Zumas one night and babbles on about how “Jump” by Kriss Kross holds the secret to time travel if only you could listen to it inside out, I’m going to have to come up with something meaningful (someone has to) in the following 24 hours, or I get mocked. There’s no justice in this world.

Well, for what it’s worth, this is the list of the other fools that have gotten themselves mixed up in this Internet slaughter experiment (in no particular order, other than the order I stole borrowed the list in):

Belynda Cianci of Dimestore Romance,
Dave Halperin of Independent Thought Alarm,
Ian Muller of Aberro Specus,
Rachel Ober of Life & Times of a Female Software Engineer,
Brandon Schory of Extant Musings
Jaco Vermeulen of Jaco’s Random Writings

What it all comes down to is that you should go see their sites, and also keep your eyes trained here. I do plan on writing posts that don’t hinge on bitter thinly veiled fury, but I can’t really promise anything. A guy that can successfully write a haiku every other day for over a year is liable to do anything. For now, though, let this sate your appetite, and I’ll see you back here the next time I get sucked into writing feel creative.

Their drunken mothers
Smell like urinals and thieve
Sheep to lick them. Gross.

Tom