The Great Competition
Forge Your Life
Hear ye, hear ye, Badgers all and sundry, and hark to my mad plan!
As you may or may not know, November is National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo, in some other, unrelated nation. But, I say! this should not stop us from partaking of the rich smorgasbord of doing something gigantic just because someone irrelevant said so. No! Hell no! So here is my suggestion: this year, for NaNoWriMo, we all write our autobiographies.
Only, we fill them with lies. Grand, hideous, bizarre lies! 50,000 words of pure, unadulterated, self-centered balderdash from each and every one of us!
You can put in some tea if you want.
4 comments:
That sounds like work. Will it involve work?
More importantly: that sounds like something that would involve tied-wrist knife fighting. Will it involve tied-wrist knife fighting?
Because I've got a note from my doctor saying that I shouldn't do that.
Only if lying seems like work to you, and only if you lie about it, respectively.
This is an interesting idea, because - obviously - if I wrote an autobiography filled with truth, I would quickly become the target of several unrelated assassination plans.
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