Thirty days and nights of literary abandon

It's time for the annual wrote-your-heart-out extravaganza known as NaNoWriMo, a.k.a. National Novel Writing Month.
This is the first year I'm taking the plunge. 1600 words a day x 30 days = 50,000 words.
I am planning to bend the rules to suit me a little more. Bending as in, it doesn't have to be words towards the same novel. My goal is to just carve out time every single day this month for writing, specifically for a few different projects I've got cooking.
Join me, won't you?

Slashy*

Actress/director/writer Miranda July has a new book coming out, called It Chooses You. McSweeney's has the details, but in short: July sought people that posted ads in the all-classified publication the PennySaver, interviewed the prospective sellers, and got photos (taken by Brigitte Sire). The New Yorker has excerpts.

(She also has a new-ish movie out, called The Future. You can watch a short film and read an interview about the movie here.)

Photo above is from Miranda July's magical website.

*Slashy indicates that she's a multi-talented person for whom I have to use a bunch of these: word/SLASH/word/SLASH/word.

Back from the dead!

Let's get this started again.

Today's reading: A lively profile of cartoonist/writer/creative-workshop-teacher Lynda Barry.

One tiny scene:

“That’s perfect!” Barry shouted. “Perfect! I mean good, good! I had to remember I can only say good. Good good good good good.”

At the end of class, Barry put her hands on her hips. “Well, you little bad asses. How about that?”

Her book, What It Is, is on my wishlist. I'm going to start referring to people I like as "you little bad asses."