Saturday, July 2, 2011

Camp NaNoWriMo

Good Night by groundwork
So, NaNoWriMo...we meet again.  In camp form.  This is rather appropriate, considering the project I've been working on for the past three months has been a collection of camp-themed short stories.  It's like Camp NoNoWriMo was created with my collection in mind.  I'm at 11,380 words so far...we'll see where this trail takes me (a-har-har-har).

A wee taste from ye old work in progress (from a story revolving around Kiwi and Lark, two counselors)

“If I hear ‘I am a C-h-r-i-s-t-i-a-n’ one more time I’m going to puke.  Die.  Strike me, God.”  

“It’s a little repetitive...” I admit.

“A lot repetitive,” she corrects me.


It is, y'all.  That song really, really is.

And speaking of Jesus songs from my old camp/youth memories, yesterday while nomming on my avocado ice cream from Bev's (blessedbetheirname), some fellow walked by reciting lyrics from a Newsboys song -- I hadn't thought about the Newsboys since, like, 1999.  I lolled and quickly texted my brother to inform him of this hilarity.  Seriously, who's thought of the Newsboys lately?  Not you, I bet.

My Catholic-raised husband, incidentally, had no idea who I was talking about when I want HOLY CRAP HE WAS RECITING NEWSBOYS LYRICS OMG LOL.  The same thing happened when I heard Skillet on the radio.  Because Skillet was totally the anti-social wannabe-Goth Christian kid's choice back in the day.  As I went all OMG THAT'S SKILLET, he again had no idea.

Must be nice to not constantly be reminded of one's poor taste in music from one's [alien] youth.  Winkface.

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