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PG looked out the window, and saw the yellow leaves in front of the gray sky. Autumn was in full bloom, the election is over, and the turkeys were nervous. The skies are teasing the parched humans with the suggestion of rain. Only the gullible are buying. Perhaps it is the day to talk about Nanowrimo.
Nanowrimo is the thing where you agree to write a novel in one month. The goal is 50,000 words. November is for word counts and a first draft, and editing is for December. PG is into day seven, and his word count is 14,920. The pace for 50k calls for 11,167 by day seven. Another motto of nanowrimo…and the title of the handbook…is “No Plot, No Problem”. Of the books that PG has enjoyed, most do feature plots. The concept of developing a plot on the fly does have its appeals. If a room full of monkeys can produce the works of Shakesphere…
The first role model is “Trout Fishing in America”. The product moved two million units for Richard Brautigan, but it did not make him happy. Written in the early sixties by a poet living in beatnik California, it is a curious lighthouse for a detoxed Georgia pothead. Each chapter in TFIA is like a prose poem. They stand on their own, and as of yet, no plot is apparent.
The last chapter is about this guy drinking wine in a San Francisco park. He is hanging with two broken down artists, who talk about getting committed to a nuthouse for the winter. This is noble savage thinking…it sounds good on the surface, but,any acquaintance with the ha ha hilton will tell you that it is a bad idea. Even for a bunch of nineteen sixty winos, under the statue of Ben Franklin, in a north beach park.
The idea of editing this mess is terrifying. The working title is “Novel With No Plot”( or “ The Confessions of Gnarlene Widget”) The idea that anyone would wade through this donkey flogging is beyond adjectives. Even adverbs and conjunctive clauses fail to assess the damage done to the language. PG is having a grand time, and sees it as mental jogging. The Marathon will go down Peachtree on thanksgiving morning. Last year PG took pictures, including a teenager who ran barefoot. This could be a plot opening.
Nanowrimo has a younger brother now, Nablopomo. The idea of Nablopomo is to agree to post something to your blog every day in November. Nablo is not nearly as organized as Nano, and sounds a lot like Nambla. PG signed up for Nanowrimo and Nablopomo, but will pass on door number three.
Spell check suggestions for this feature:
nanowrimo…unanimous, matrimony, patrimony, nanometer, acrimony
Brautigan… Brigantine, Beautician, litigant, brigand
nuthouse….outhouse
nablopomo…aboninable, abloom, personable
nambla…gamble, ramble, ambler