Not even doing anything for nanowrimo. At last count, I'm about. . . 900 words. So that leaves me just 49,100 words to write. But this lateness isn't my fault. it's the computer's fault.

Larzen contacted me yesterday, complaining about women but then, I reminded him "pero kung walang babae, paano makakabuo ng Vandread?" (Which is showing again on AXN, by the way. It's an okay anime, I guess. But I don't really fancy the "this is your adventure, you'll learn lots of golden things about life on the way" feel of the anime. Something like Gensomaden Saiyuki, too.)

So, 900 words of nano and I've got about only 18 days to go. Ugghh. . .

In a net cafe now, in the shopping center and trying to get satoris for my stories. I should be working now on getting humanities 1 & 2 but I'll just prerog. Speaking of satoris, instead of actual story ideas, there's a shift for some reason and I'm getting fashion satoris now. And I don't even care about clothes that much. Must be tapping from some previously unaccessed fashion satori center in my brain. Hmmm... well, at least it's giving me new pov's when I think of writing. Like, the other day, I was wondering about Jesus' clothes during the early A.D.s Well, he must have been advanced for his time and dressed simply but still better than most people. Had this vision of him staying up through the night to sew comfortable tunics for the sermon at the mount or something.

Here's a sort of excerpt from my Nano. Okay, so, it's this guy describing the book he's going to write.

Okay, so I have in my mind a line

< - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - >

 0.1          .25          .5           .7             1

for my book and maybe at 0.1 it starts out as a romantic comedy.

(skipping some parts here. . .)

Anyway, back to that line. At around .25, the book’ll suddenly be about this quest. A great big quest and maybe some of the characters’ll have to journey to some caves and virgin forests, some characters would have to leave the country, some’ll even have to leave the planet, stowing aboard interstellar mastabas. A great big quest for this. . . for what, then? I still have no idea. That’s from . 25 to maybe . 5 and after that, the book’ll have another genre-change. All the characters-- the surviving ones—will reunite and suddenly, the book’s a romantic comedy again, only this time, there’s some paltry attempt at social realism. They tackle politics, maybe ten years in the story’s timeline has passed and some of them are journalists and some of them are politicians and one is a priest. And they’re trying to get this important bill passed in congress, something to do with conservation of the topsoil or something like that. But then, it suddenly turns horror! And apparently, they’re all members of this cult. The cult of the true king’s despoliation or something like that.

Now, the problem with writing horror is that at the moment you even give a hint of lurking dread in the story, whatever events following would already be tinged with that feel of the macabre. Next page, Micah and me are at the park just wanting to watch the sunset and you’d be thinking “By nighttime, she’ll be metamorphosing into the Manananggal and drinking this willing victim’s blood.?Next page, they’ll be in a McDonald’s and you’re thinking “she’s thinking of burning the soul of the guy in the Hamburglar costume in Kelipot.?Oh well.

So, that’s the problem with horror; but somehow, by . 75, the entire horror issue should already be resolved since the novel’ll be reverting to a romantic comedy. A romantic comedy and at . 83, the book’ll be going the way of most Vic Sotto movies and there’d be a beach scene with the characters singing dubbed, a Pinoy version of some current American pop song, singing and dancing with backup dancers.

The final impulse of the book from .9 to 1 would be as a fifty percent romantic comedy, thirty percent action (guns blazing and would probably involve a kidnapping?no a DOUBLE kidnapping), as a ten percent documentary on some current issue and as ten percent horror flick.

So, after the bottle of Oxford gin this afternoon, and, during the drinking session with the gang (our excuse for the night: it was my birthday two days ago) where 5 individuals shared a bottle of Island Punch, two bottles of Ginebra San Miguel, (so skillfully mixed with Magnolia Chocolait) and almost a whole bottle of Or-gy Red Apple-flavored Lambanog, I'm finally back home and still freakishly sober. Oh well.

So, what to do now? I could. . .

Hah! So, I was right. That Tom Cruise character in Magnolia was indeed based on Ross Jeffries. Hah!

Anyway, as I'm typing this, I'm getting more and more drunkener. Oh, and Eric texted earlier. Something like, "Wag na lang tayo kina Mikee. May alam akong bagong sexciting place." He-he. Nah. Last time we got drunk, well, they, got drunk. Eric started talking about the sauna business we were going to have. With our initials in the sauna place's name, too. V.L.E.N Sauna. Yeah, sexciting, that one. : )

Drinking again. Gin, and, of course, it's the same "hindi lang gumuguhit, sumusugat pa" kind, since that's the only way I can actually get my Wolverine-like constitution drunk. Oh well. And later, I'm supposed to go drinking again with Larzen and the rest of the Ghostfighters. I think I'm turning into an alcoholic. Except I really don't like the taste of liquor. Only doing this right now for the writing. Oh well. . .

Still writing all my comic book scripts, the April and May, too (although it won't be for the April and May thing, procrastinated too much for that and am just keeping the names of the characters). And I'm also just about an eighth or so of the way through. Let's see. . . there's still that Betters story to write.

Drinking now in big 90 proof gulps. I'd have finished the entire bottle last night without even being the least bit queasy. 'Cept I ran out of stomach space. Anyway. . .

Testing.

New blog. Same old Noel goodness. Ugggh.