200 Words

So from August 1st to October 31st and from December 1st and so on until October 31st of next year, I will challenge myself to write at least 200 words a day for the Marko Man series.

200 words doesn't sound like much until you realize...

and that's what I'm gunning on. The 200 words a day would lessen pressure on days that are ridiculously busy (I can put up 200 words on my phone in, like, 10 minutes if need be), and on days that yield a bit more free time and/or inspiration, I'll easily crush the 200 word goal because...

But why am I skipping November?

Well, November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), so for that month, 50000 word will be in order. And I'll be dropping 50000 words whether I'm working on one book or in between two. The number is the goal for that month.

Inspiration tends to be the easy part. It's the discipline that needs work. And hopefully this will help that out, especilly with knocking out creative blackouts.

And that's that. I'll start writing the Marko Man series in August. Lets the story begin.

I don't like the term "Nerd."

I've never actually been a fan a term "nerd."

Nerd is like, a derogatory term for being intelligent.

Like, really? Am I that fucking smart that you have to twist it into an insult just to make yourself feel good?

Well, I think I know what I'm going to do.

Storytime:
At work, there's this guy named Kelly. He called me "Stuart Little." So I called him "Kelly Clarkson."
He hasn't called me "Stuart Little" since.

So next time some calls me a nerd, I'm going to call them a fucking idiot... no, better yet, I'll censor myself and call you a complete idiot. (for those who rather not click the link back to an old blog post about censorship, the point here is that "fucking idiot" may be less than a 100% idiot, while a complete idiot is at least 100% idiot).

So yeah. Go ahead and call me a nerd, idiot. I dare you. >:-(

Disclaimer: I actually don't give a fuck. Words are words, hence the post about censorship in the first place. If you're getting bent up out of shape over words, then you need a hobby. If you already have a hobby and you're still getting bent out of shape about words, then you need a better hobby.


Sticks and stones may break my bones but whips and chains excite me.
Okay, maybe not whips. Paddles though.


I mean, I'm still not a fan of the word "nerd," but I've insulted people over sillier shit. So yeah. Don't give a fuck. You call me a nerd, I call you a professional cum-munching cesspool swimmer. We're even. :)