I love this guy.
He was a clock repairman, a lathe operator, a Golden Gloves boxer, and somewhere in there, he was a short order cook at a diner in New Hampshire. His name was Spider Osgood.
NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month.
Every November, for the past few years, tens of thousands of people have signed up, gone to writer groups, and made a pact to write 50,000 words in one month.
Since it began, it has also been easy to find people criticizing NaNoWriMo in all sorts of ways, and for all sorts of reasons, most of which focus on how smug such writers can be. I cannot speak to all the criticisms here, but I can say that writers are not just insufferable in November; they’re insufferable the other 11 months of the year too.
Present company, uh, excluded. Continue reading
Doing what I do, I get e-mails all the time about not being average.
In particular, there’s one e-mail list that I’m on called The Art of Nonconformity, by Chris Guillebeau. I liked it for a little while, but like most e-mail lists, he pretty much says the same thing over and over. Now don’t get me wrong; there are plenty of blogs out there that I love that do this. Continue reading