The Horror of the Hospital

As per my promise, I’m tackling the tough issues this month.

• Why don’t writers tackle trauma?
  
• Why don’t we detail disease?
• Why don’t we investigate illness?
• Why don’t we emphasize evisceration?
• Please tell me!  Why is coming up with these so much fun?

The Benevolence of Birth

As per my promise, I’m tackling the tough issues this month.

• Why don’t writers linger on labor?
  
• Why don’t we ponder popping precocious prenates?
• Why are we beguiled by birthing babies?
• Why don’t we describe the girth of the groin?
• No, really, why is coming up with these so much fun?

The Punctuality of the Period

As per my promise, I’m tackling the tough issues this month.

• Why don’t writers meticulously monitor menstruation?
  
• Why are we temperamental about that time of the month?
• Why are we beguiled by a bleeding bajingo?
• Why don’t we celebrate the cycle?
• Seriously, why is coming up with these so much fun?

The Defamation of Defecation

As per my promise, I’m tackling the tough issues this month.

• Why don’t writers get down and dirty with doo-doo?
  
• Why are we fickle about feces?
• Why don’t we care about crap?
• Why do we subvert the soft-serve?
• Why don’t we contemplate constipation?
• On the other end, why don’t we narrate nausea?
• Why are we belligerent about barf?
• Why is coming up with these so much fun?

NaNoWriMo? More like “nah, no wri’ mo’!”

So, November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo.  This is a time to buckle down and take yourself and your craft seriously and write until your fingers bleed and all that good stuff.  If you’re a writer and you’re in a position to do that, then all the power to you.  I wish you the very best.

I am not participating.

It’s not because I lack confidence or conviction, but purely because, well… I have a problem.  I’m in a good place right now, where I’m actually able to close Microsoft Word and read scientific papers and make progress toward my thesis instead.  I’m a firm believer that we make our own problems most of the time, and I’m not participating so I can avoid doing that.

So, instead of taking myself seriously as a writer, I’m going to use November to cover the tough issues that I think too many people overlook.  You know, like why people write out every last detail of the taste of a wine and how it pairs with the filet, but won’t describe the consistency of a poo.  Or how people describe the sensations of sex, but don’t go into detail about the gory details of bleeding from your fun box for a week.

Onward, for fun and education!