2,360 words in 42 minutes

I’ve been having a hell of a time with this year’s novel (as part of National Novel Writing Month), so I decided I needed to just get writing today and get it out of the way. Nicholas referred me, a few days ago, to a program called Write or Die, which basically forces you to write, or else. I set it to “Kamikaze Mode,” which starts deleting what you’ve written, word by word, if you pause for more than a couple seconds.

So, I put on an Oscar Peterson Quartet record (which also came from Nick), turned it up, and started pouring text into the box, typing ferociously in fear of blinking blood-red screen that would take all my work away from me.

As a result:

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42
lab.drwicked.c

I doubt any of what I wrote is any good, but by god it’s out there, and I’m done for the day.

Better late than never.

Regarding the latest election—I know I’m a little behind on this, as far as the blogosphere goes, but I’d just like to reiterate what I and the rest of the country are thinking, and sum up how it feels:

Fuck. Yes.

I’ve been listening a lot lately to Sam Cooke’s “A Change is Gonna Come” (the Otis Redding version is pretty great, too) and can’t help but think, “Well, Sam, you weren’t alive to see it, but you were right, and it has.” To borrow from Craig Finn, it’s a pretty good feeling, yeah, it feels pretty good.