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Movember!

The best Movember ‘stache I’ve seen yet.

Yes, less than a week to the end of the month and here I am talking about Movember. Aren’t I punctual? Well, I’m not so much talking about it as showing you five of the most famous writer moustaches in history with tidbits of commentary. Without further ado:

5. William Shakespeare

Arguably the most famous writer in existence, and yet his moustache is decidedly less impressive.

4. Gabriel Garcia Marquez

One of my favourite authors–his moustache gives him more of a friendly grandfather look. Or an uncle. I think Garcia would make a pretty cool grandfather, if you could understand the madness of your bedtime stories.

3. Thomas Hardy

Ah, the quintessential British moustache, the mark of a proper gentleman. Odd, because he appeared rather feminist in his writings.

2. Salvador Dali

Best known as a painter, but it turns out Dali put his fantastic mind to a novel or two as well. More importantly, his ‘stache is too magnificent not to be included here.

1.Mark Twain

Visually, the Albert Einstein of the writing world. I mean seriously; they could be twins!

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Alas, NaNo has taken away my last bit of writing magic and writing a poem was not viable. Also, my intention to add J.K. Rowling to this list did not come to fruition, as I am that bad at photoshop. There’s only a week left, but you can still support Movember through donations, likes and of course visiting the site of the fantastic Le Clown (if, by some misfortune, you haven’t heard of him already.) Zaijian until Monday!

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Tales From the Dark Side of NaNoWrimo, and 200 followers.

I’m sure both Nanoers and non-Nanoers alike must now be sick of all the Nano posts and memes. Only 18 days left!

It’s been more than a week since I posted (as one Mr Peter Monaco reminded me.) I’ve had exams and NaNoWrimo to deal with, combined with a dodgy Internet connection. But that’s no excuse. It’s been an interesting week, however. I missed two days of NaNo, and on the second day, I decided to give up. Yup. And then I also told myself I’d give up blogging. Yup. And that was the point my second voice kicked in and woke up my sanity. It happened like this: I carry around papers with the last five pages of my novel printed on them, so that I have something to do when lessons are slow. It so happened that some of my friends read these papers (I had not done the thing where I told everyone I knew that I was participating, as you are meant to do), and had positive feedback to give. And then the sanity kicked in and reminded me of how much I loved writing, and how much I needed to do it, as summarised in this quote:

Oh, I almost forgot about the second part of this post. I’ve actually somehow managed to attract 200 clearly misguided individuals to this blog! Yay! Somebody break out the champagne and forget that I’m 16.

Actually, champagne is pretty bitter. Who decided it would be a celebration drink? Why don’t we all have chocolate milkshake instead?

It’s now been three months of blogging and eleven days of NaNoWrimo. Once again, godspeed to anyone else participating out there (I’m looking at you, Pete and Contrary.)

Wow, I can’t remember what I was actually going to blog about. However, I do know that in honour of Movember and Le Clown I will at some point this week be writing either a bad poem or short story about, well, moustaches. Talking moustaches. Who spout philosophical wisdom. And if I write it up and it is too ridiculous then I will settle on something more serious. To do with moustaches. Also, I have readied something of a rant, partly about celebrity culture and partly about the BBC–I don’t know if anyone outside England has heard, but recently our national television corporation shoved a list of alleged paedophiles into the face of our Prime Minister. Yes, you read that correctly. No, I don’t know why either. But I most certainly have something to say about it.

The crow is back.