NaNoWriMo

It may come as a bit of surprise, as I don't seem to be updating my blog very often at all, but I have decided to join in the literary front line that is NaNoWriMo. Those of you unfamiliar with it should become familiar with it now and in doing that can follow the active link or I can tell you that you must accumulate 50,000 words from the the start of November to the end. If that alone hasn't deterred you then you may be a writer! If you think this sounds like you, sign up and be merry.

I myself have agonised over plot and character since somewhere in July and have decided that a collection of short stories in post apocalyptic Earth should do nicely. I've also decided that a dash of Zombie presence wouldn't hurt either, or at least, it wouldn't hurt me so much as it would hurt my protagonists which, as a writer, I am wont to do.

My profile is here, feel free to buddy me or any of the buddies I currently have, friends are wonderful things and it would do to have more of them, wouldn't you say?

This will be my book, with my supremely 90's cover that may change several times before I'm happy:

Most people don’t know this but the fabric of reality isn’t so much unlike fabric as people would have you believe. It’s not as breathable as cotton or as stunning as silk but a sort of polyester and it is this polyester that holds reality in a linear progression.

So when the world is ending, what happens to it? The standing theory is that it just sort of unravels, unweaves and stretches like a pair of stockings being tugged between a dog and a grabby toddler. It is a fine theory to be certain but not necessarily correct and this story will have nothing to do with that analogy, in fact, it is so spectacularly irrelevant I’m going to start a new paragraph.

Within this story you will find a selection of smaller stories set in a post-apocalyptic world and about people not too unlike yourself. To some degree, there will also be Zombies.




Weekly recommendation: 
Ponyo by Studio Ghibli

An Explanation

Herein will be an explanation as to why this blog is in existence. You might be asking yourself who is this person, why have they wantonly taken H.G Wells protagonist from The First Men in the Moon for her URL and how had that not been taken already? These are all legitimate questions and I will begin by addressing the matter of who I am before working my way toward some of your other questions.

I am Lauren of Wollongong, Brewer of Tea and Communer of Cats. I'm a Vegetarian, misanthrope, writer and I am, to my eternal shame, well and truly Earth-Bound. What I hope to accomplish by writing this blog is a sense of permanency, as well as cultivate and maintain an outlet for my cosmic angst. In conjunction to this blog, I keep a blog for my Sociology class where I am forced to bleed weekly research about the prescribed readings and course content, this blog will be for personal use, untainted by an academic's blood and tears.

What can you expect to read on this blog? It will be entirely at random and about whatever I am currently preoccupied. Anywhere from kittens to the in depth analysis of what it means to be sorted into specific Hogwarts houses (I recognise how frequently these two things coincide but I haven't the patience for another example).

I take no responsibility for the frustration you will undoubtedly feel once I begin to get into a routine of posting and then withdraw my attention to let my blog to stagnate. I also take no responsibility for random bouts of fangirlism, gaming progress, depression, politics or otherwise but I maintain that the rating will remain PG to M. Viewer discretion is advised.

Weekly Recommendations (I will totally make this a thing):
First Men in the Moon by H.G Wells