It became clear that all that nervous tension building in the #fntwp over the past few days was intentionally generated to serve as fuel for the Word Wars. As a rookie, I felt understandably but quietly confident that I’d show well in these wars, what with my 90wpm touch typing skills and all.
Until I was crushed. Obliterated. Broken down into my smallest constiuent parts. Not just by the Cyborgs who have earned their elite status for proliferative verbosity under pressure and are assessed as a class of being unto themselves, but by, well, everyone else too. Including the Handwriters.
(Note to self: go to a smaller write-in where I’ve got a statistically better chance of winning.)
However, my faith in all things YYCNaNo was quickly restored when the table of expert NaNoists next to me applauded my end count after each war. What was this devious positive reinforcement technique they were practising? I felt… encouraged. Proud of myself. Ready to do more.
And that, my friends, is my first #NaNology observation. Veteran NaNoists are not only experts in word wars but subtle manipulators of the writing spirit.
Well played, Calgary Wrimotaurs, well played.