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I had an idea of what I wanted to do for NaNoWriMo, but I donapos;t think itapos;d fly for 50,000 words nor be particularly satisfying. I have plenty of other ideas, but nothing with legs that I could conceivably push 10,000 with. This is vexing, because I feel like I should be brain-plotting my novel now and bracing myself for words to screen-power.

I think thatapos;s my greatest flaw when it comes to writing. I can spit out a million ideas a minute you know? When it comes to coming up with stuff, Iapos;m practically vomiting stuff out my eyeballs in great streams of inspiration. Trying to carry them the distance however just seems next to impossible, and I canapos;t seem to do it at the best of times.

Iapos;ve still got a good ten or eleven days for proper inspiration to shove me into action I guess. I just wish I could get it out now so I can plan for it, and that way I wonapos;t falter after a strong start like last time (which to be fair on myself, was also a case of "oh boy writing all that certainly fucking ruined my hands").

I mean, hereapos;s what Iapos;ve come up with:
- Glorified Warhammer 40K Fanfiction (Decided against because honestly, I could write on much better things of my own ideas rather than filching from others. Not to say Iapos;d never want to write it, just not for my 50,000 challenge).
- My old "Post-Apocalypse Western Minus Guns" idea that still rattles around in my head. I might work on this... But in all honesty itapos;s the direction I could take it in that eludes me.
- A stream of absolute sickness of the mind. Horrible things and images that make no sense and confuse and disturb the reader. A big avant garde work basically. Could not hope to carry it for 50,000.
- Rant. One long, laborious rant with no point or end. Could get to 50,000 but fffffffffff.

And just popping into my head now is an idea that might actually have legs to it Funny how inspiration smites you when youapos;re complaining about not having it. A story set in a sort of bizarre semi-lawless sci-fi city which looks like Las Vegas and Tokyo got really drunk and what happened did in fact stay in Vegas with its tall bright, horrible barf-inducing tacky neon glow. One man who has inexplicably managed to kill at least one person every year (and once older and doing it more often) upsets the balance of the underworld when he kills the carrier of an incredibly important and valuable item for reasons I may never even bother explaining. Everyone wants it and is willing to kill for it, whatever the hell it is. The main character is just willing to kill. Obviously the piece would have to be for humour because I canapos;t take this idea seriously, so I might just make some of the foes faced by the main character spoofs of whatever I can think of at the time (mental note: One of the underworldapos;s heavies needs to have four flashing panels on the underside of his body). Resolution may be achieved, but to be honest Iapos;ll worry about actually finishing the story when I run out of words and bodies (thereapos;ll be more to this I... Just need to actually work on it).

Okay ignore the first half of this post, I have my horrible, horrible idea and the solution to what happens if the story runs out of momentum.

Regain momentum through meaningless violence.

Now to think of a name and to conjure up a series of absolutely shitty characterizations for the main character to chew through. I donapos;t care if this ends up being "Ridiculous Video Game idea in novel form", Iapos;ma gonna do it.

Assuming I donapos;t think of something better.

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