I thought that I had a snowball's chance in hell of writing 50,000 words in one month. Alas, it was not to be. I punked out at 10,069 words, which is better than I did last year, and I wasn't even sick last time.
Maybe next time I'll make it. The trick will be to have a story idea I'm really keen on. I figured out how my first story ended, and once I knew how it ended, I didn't really care how everyone got there. The second story isn't too bad; I'm still not wild about it, but it might end up finished someday.
Some of the content on this blog aside, I have a hard time writing things without obsessing over them and rewriting endlessly.
I was listening to one of the XM Radio Christmas channels, Special X-Mas, and I heard a song that featured Fred Flintstone singing about some Christmassy thing or another.
And then I thought, "Why would the Flintstones celebrate Christmas?"
It's time for some more YouTubery here at Siftin'. This stupid cold is almost gone, but since hacking up a lung makes it hard to type, I'm sticking with something a little easier.
Take today's items, for example. The first one, a commercial for Cock o' the Walk Low-Calorie Fruit, really needs no extra comment from me. I think you've probably got a few in mind yourself. You should be ashamed.
The second one is a pretty standard McDonald's commercial. It's not particularly funny, but those of you readers out there who happen to be my brother (and you can probably smell if you are) will likely find this disproportionately funny for reasons that I'm really not going to go into.
Now if you'll excuse me, I've got some DayQuil with my name on it. Or it would if I legally changed my name to DQuil, which, at this point, could happen without me noticing. Enjoy.
