Ultimate goal – 50,000 words.
Daily goal – 1,667 words
Goal total so far – 20,004 words
Words written today – 1,862
Words written so far – 16,591 words
Words to goal – -3,413
“Game shows are designed to make us feel better about the random, useless facts that are all we have left of our education.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
As I committed the other day I am doing Nanowrimo – the National Novel Writing Month this November – writing a 50,000 word (small) novel in a month. Not necessary a good novel, or even a readable novel, but one of 50K words.
Didn’t know if I could get anything written today. I was extremely tired after work, but took a nap and sat at my writing machine and hammered out a bit more than my daily goal.
Wasn’t sure what to write, so I typed out some dialog between two characters sitting in a hotel room. I find that random dialog is a good way to fill out word counts, simply imagine the two characters in some normal (or not-so-normal) situation and think what they would say to each other. It isn’t Tarantino quality dialog, but eventually you discover the personalities of the characters and sometimes they say something interesting, sometimes they say something unexpected. I started with them looking at the television in a cheap hotel room and talking about the game show that is on.
Snippet of what I wrote:
“What show is that?” asked Bernard.
“Price is Right,” said Willard.
“What’s the point?”
“What? of us watching?”
“No, I know there is no point in us watching. I mean what’s the point of the game? What are all those idiots doing?”
“That guy picks one of those old biddies and then the woman tries to guess how much shit costs and if they get close enough they get to take it home.”
“Man, that’s lame. I guess those old women have spent their whole life buying shit and must know a lot about how much it costs. Hey, what’s to keep them from looking it up on Amazon… like from their phones?”
“I don’t think they would allow that. Besides it’s MSRP… ‘Manufacturer’s Suggested Retail Price.’ I think Amazon sells it cheaper, so that wouldn’t help much. It’s a real ripoff anyway. The companies’ give the crap to the show for free, for advertising, so it doesn’t cost them squat – they’re giving away free shit. Plus the poor saps that win it have to pay income tax. They have to pay to take away a bunch of free crap they never wanted in the first place.”
“Are you sure? That seems really stupid.”
“Yeah I’m sure. And it is really stupid.”
“Well, then why do you watch it?”
“I don’t usually, but there’s nothing else. Besides it makes me feel better. I may be a hopeless loser, but at least I’m not as bad as all those dumb assholes.”
“Hey, that guy doesn’t look right. I remember my mom watching this, isn’t that guy supposed to be Monte Hall?”
“No, Monte Hall was on ‘Let’s Make a Deal,’ another show… though it’s kinda like this one. You’re thinking about Bob Barker, and he’s not on it anymore. That guy’s Drew Carey.”
“Bob Barker? Yeah… I remember. Didn’t he get in a fight with that actor dude… Sandler? Adam Sandler?”
“Bob Barker and Adam Sandler? No, they were in a fight in that golf movie, ‘Happy Gilmore,’ but not in real life,” said Willard.
“You sure seem to know a lot about this stupid shit,” said Bernard.
“I’ve had a lot of spare time during the day,” said Willard. “So have you.”
They both let out a long rolling chuckle.
“Yeah,” said Bernard, “I guess the two of us share a strong dislike of going to work, don’t we?”
“Nobody likes going to work.”
“But not too many hate it and avoid it as strongly as we do. The two of us work harder at avoiding work than anybody I know.”
“That is a true statement,” said Willard.