heyy... remember me?

*laughs nervously* heh heh.... hiiiii.... it's #1 here! Gosh, I haven't posted in such a long time, what to say, what to say.....

Oh.
Right.
I, too, finished Nanowrimo. My novel is only 50,013 words (what? I'm just not as over-achiever-ish as Ami, kay?) Buuuttt..... I'm not letting you read any of it.
Hah.
You can, however, laugh with me over my 'nanoisms' folder.

They leaped over the now unconscious man’s death
Um… What?

She slammed the bottle’s neck into the window. It shatnerd.
Shatnered? Really? How’d it do that? I can just see the window now, with a huge picture of William Shatner on it… That would be totally awesome

She took him by the shoulders from behind and began leading him on.
Not in that way!
Also, did you notice the sentence structure fail there? Did’ja?

He turned around and walked over to the large greenish box that is on the top of almost every flat roofed building and I don’t know what it does but it’s there okay?
You know exactly what I’m talking about. Yes you do.

Anon had taken the brunt of the impact, and was not expected to describe.
He’s fine otherwise, just don’t ask him to tell you what anything looks like.

“Cultural. It’s just… one of those things… it’s a thing…. And it’s cultural…and that was one really messed up sentence…. Kinda got away from me there. Just for a bit. Just a little bit.” She finally gave up on ever salvaging that sentence, and instead delegated it to the huge pile of may or may not be removed during editing, which at present contains every single sentence in this book. Except this one and the one before; these two are definitely going.
I… I don’t even know what to say… 

“That's ust over there...”
Um... you see unrequited love in the distance? What?

 
And yes, I do have a character called Anon. He's awesome. Recognize his awesomeness, kay? Kay.