Saturdays will now henceforth be known as Suffer-day (or, if you would like a catchier call, Suffering Saturday). For the reason I give two words and possibly more, only that both will speak enough as much as an entire concerto chorus would sing it in tenor, and they’re Dad and Fishes.


Nuff said.


To quote my brother; slavery is not abolished in Malaysia. Not yet. Not this small part of the land where there’s the case of having too many hell-forsaken pets that need the constant tending of reluctant carers. Democracy and freedom is lost in the insensible mess of cleaning crap out of fish tanks and literally feeding yourselves to mosquitoes.


And it’s November, where it rains more, which means more mosquitoes, which means I will fear the garden as much as I would fear a pack of vampires vying for some rather fat-clogged blood veins.


November also means NaNoWriMo.


NaNoWriMo means National Novel Writing Month.


National Novel Writing Month means I will get fired up and attempt 1500 words a day in typing.


1500 words in typing a day means I will fail in 10-15 days if I actually tried.

10-15 days means I’ve pretty much convinced myself that I’ve done something but in fact done nothing.


Done nothing means nothing was done.


Which means I did nothing.


Which means I didn’t do much writing.


And I cheated.



Sorta.







By continuing my old manuscript.


Which is not going the way I wanted to go, but I kepy going anyhow because it’s the only thing I can do and starting over is impossible at day 10.


Someone I know named Kelvin (a certain KelvinW, not the KelvinG) told me he managed 23000 words at day 8. That means around 3000 words a day.


Holy f&^%


I’ve done 100 words today, which means my count officially passed the 5000 word line (by little), but there’s no feel to it if you’re not quite enthusiastic over a draft that didn’t go the way you wanted it to now.


Now the recurring question that rhymes and echoes itself around whatever place I am like a persistent and reminding ghost is; “who am I bloody kidding?”


Myself, of course, and I think I’m still falling for it.