The Forums Are Dead

Yes, what a very straightforward post title. I swear that, this time at least, the post title is not misleading and does exactly what it says on the tin. For once.

Because I have no life to speak of, I tend to hang out on the NaNoWriMo forums rather a lot. And today I am sad, because it seems like I'm the only person who is constantly stalking the Teens and Games forums, waiting for someone else to post.

Apparently, a lot more people get on in November, although I wouldn't know. If NaNoWriMo was a huge party IRL, I would be the one sitting quietly in the corner with her hands neatly folded in her lap, occasionally speaking a few words to other Wrimos--but only if they talked to me first. Notebook and/or library book optional. You don't want to know how many times this has actually happened to me.

"This was the point of your post? To explain why you're bored? Dear me…"

Shaddup, Claudia. I do what I like.

WHAT?!

Apparently, Pringles makes pickle-flavored chips. They don't taste as good as the real kind.

So, to business.

What business? You've spent all day writing and watching 3rd Rock From the Sun. 

Shut up, Claudia.

Yes, business.

I've been drawing a lot lately. Every so often I drop into a flurry of doodling and sketching, and then abandon it a few days later in favor of Internet-surfing. I might draw a lot, but that doesn't mean any of the things I draw are proportionate to each other. And I can't draw people that look like real people (I drew a poster for my Screnzy script, and Count Brussels looks nothing like Joseph Gordon-Levitt.)

I'm sensing a theme here…

Shut. Up.

But I'm still very proud of my drawings. And I'm getting pretty good at drawing Daleks now! …If by "good" you mean "they don't look like salt and pepper shakers anymore."

Wasn't there originally a point to this post?

Yes! No. Wait, yes. At least, I think there was…

Was it that you're mad because you can't find your sketchpad?

Probably.

I'm mad because I can't find my sketchpad. And I want to know where all the little goblins are taking my things!

You forgot to give the nice people something awesome today.

Yes, of course. Here. Here is your stupid awesome thing.

I Did It. It Took Fifteen Minutes, But I Did It. It's Over.

Last night, after fifteen minutes of tearing around my house like Godzilla, making ferocious attempts at saving my script as a PDF and muttering violently. But it was worth it. 'Cause now I have a pretty blue winner's certificate and a little widget that I can put on my blog.