Chab Gassie

People often tell me I can write.

“Wow! You can write!” they say.

“You’re ugly,” I say.

I don’t have many friends these days.

But when you’re working in secret intelligence, espionage, marketing and what have you, there’s a limit to how far your writing can take you. You’re not going to earn $1M in a year from writing briefs, reports, creative hypotheticals (where you come up with scenarios that could happen) and what have you.

It’s not all about the money though. I have a passion for this country, so my heart is always in it. But I’m sure it is possible for me to write something creative with my heart and make $1M in a year. There’s no rule against that. I know of at least eight authors who have done that.

So I’m taking part in National Novel Writing Month to immerse myself in the creative writing… place. To complete this massive task I have to write 50,000 words in a month, which is a touch over 1600 a day. I have to do this while working full time and flying about, doing what ever the hell it is I’m going to do. This includes going to New Zealand towards the end of the month. To get this many words out, I have to just write without too much thinking which means I have to draw on what is on my mind and I don’t have any time for research. So if I’m thinking about beef stock, I will write about beef stock. Luckily, I don’t often think about beef stock.

So I’ve written something about how useless school teachers are. Obviously there are some good ones, but most of them are just awful. They are set in their rutts and they just walk about marking essays, pressing the COS key on their calculators and taking up valuable oxygen. They try to take credit for the good students and distance themselves from the bad students, who they believe are no good at learning because of some sort of problem, like ADD, a poor attitude, drugs, computer games or because they have a name like Alhmned.

So why does the teaching industry attract so many lazy, useless human beings? Probably because the pay is so bad that the clever people are going to more lucrative industries, like franchise ownership, but I doubt I’ll cover this in my NaNoWriMo attempt.

I’ll have to go back and edit it before I show the world. The other day I wrote something about a young man who was ’struggling to fit in’ and I think I wrote something about a young man who couldn’t find love. It’s just not cool to subject people to reading things like this.