Start, set, go!

For some reason I have once again signed up for Nanowrimo. And, again, I'm not sure I'll have the time to do it. Alas, post-modernism bee is in my bonnet. This year's novel, a first person account telling the story of a man who lives in the school he attends. Illegally, of course. But it's not him narrating, rather, somebody else.

My dream: a series of disjointed chapters (think Richard Brautigan's Trout Fishing in America) that ell the story of university life with an absurd twist.

Also, chapters that do things like this:

[Title] Dinner

Handful of honey nut cheerios. Cruch cruch cruch. Swig of milk. Swish. Handful of honey nut cheerios. Swig of milk. Cruch crunch swish crurch crunch crunch swish swich.

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Peanut butter and banana sandwhich.