Stupid Filler Text | National Novel Writing Month

Okay, you know you've done it. You've rambled on and on about something stupid just to get your word count up.

I just did that - I am several thousand words off pace and I will shoot myself if I don't hit 25000 by the end of the day today. On the other hand, I'd like to do it NOW so that I can close the computer for a few hours and just relax. So here is the horrific page I just wrote. And then you have to share one of yours.

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Wait, is there such a thing as fake salt? I guess maybe Mrs. Dash, but that isn’t salt, it’s a bunch of other spices cobbled together so that you get some flavor kick without the sodium. Look, God covered the earth with salt. Huge piles of it. The ocean is chock full of it. If he did not want me to have salt, he would have filled the ocean with Mrs. Dash, but he did not do that, did he? No he did not.
Salt is one of the greatest things on the planet. There were so many things that were not better than salt that Roger could think of. Butter was good, but salt was necessary for so many more foods than butter was. Salt is better than oranges, that is for sure. It is also better than blue cheese crumbles. It is not better than bacon, it is just as good as bacon. But again, there are a lot more foods that you could put salt on that you could not put bacon on. Or that you should not put bacon on. Same deal for peanut butter. There was a special place in heaven for peanut butter, but it still was not better than salt. If Roger had to pick one thing to give up and never eat again and the three choices were salt, peanut butter or bacon, he would have to give up… wow, that is almost too difficult a decision. No bacon or no peanut butter. On the one hand, sometimes bacon wasn’t very good because it was improperly prepared, whereas there were no times that he could think of that he would say there was something wrong with peanut butter. Except for the homemade kind. So maybe he would have to give up peanut butter, in case we were talking about the homemade kind and not the kind he usually bought in the grocery store – JIF. JIF was the best peanut butter ever. He used to eat Peter Pan peanut butter but at some point he tried JIF and fell in love with it. He did not even know why he thought it was better than Peter Pan but he did. Just thinking about it made him want to go to the store and buy a jar and a box of spoons. He did not normally eat peanut butter right out of the jar, but he also did not give this much attention to thinking about peanut butter. So if he was reacting this way to just thinking about peanut butter, maybe his answer to the question about giving one of them up should be bacon. It seems like a good idea. Consider it done, then. If he had to give up one of the following (salt, peanut butter or bacon) he would give up bacon. And let us leave it at that or he might change his mind again.

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jodyl127	Stupid Filler Text
51,291 / 50,000 Joined: Oct 3, 2002 Location: Leominster MA, USA Posts: 9 Posted on: Nov 18, 2007 - 14 40	Okay, you know you've done it. You've rambled on and on about something stupid just to get your word count up. I just did that - I am several thousand words off pace and I will shoot myself if I don't hit 25000 by the end of the day today. On the other hand, I'd like to do it NOW so that I can close the computer for a few hours and just relax. So here is the horrific page I just wrote. And then you have to share one of yours. ====== Wait, is there such a thing as fake salt? I guess maybe Mrs. Dash, but that isn’t salt, it’s a bunch of other spices cobbled together so that you get some flavor kick without the sodium. Look, God covered the earth with salt. Huge piles of it. The ocean is chock full of it. If he did not want me to have salt, he would have filled the ocean with Mrs. Dash, but he did not do that, did he? No he did not. Salt is one of the greatest things on the planet. There were so many things that were not better than salt that Roger could think of. Butter was good, but salt was necessary for so many more foods than butter was. Salt is better than oranges, that is for sure. It is also better than blue cheese crumbles. It is not better than bacon, it is just as good as bacon. But again, there are a lot more foods that you could put salt on that you could not put bacon on. Or that you should not put bacon on. Same deal for peanut butter. There was a special place in heaven for peanut butter, but it still was not better than salt. If Roger had to pick one thing to give up and never eat again and the three choices were salt, peanut butter or bacon, he would have to give up… wow, that is almost too difficult a decision. No bacon or no peanut butter. On the one hand, sometimes bacon wasn’t very good because it was improperly prepared, whereas there were no times that he could think of that he would say there was something wrong with peanut butter. Except for the homemade kind. So maybe he would have to give up peanut butter, in case we were talking about the homemade kind and not the kind he usually bought in the grocery store – JIF. JIF was the best peanut butter ever. He used to eat Peter Pan peanut butter but at some point he tried JIF and fell in love with it. He did not even know why he thought it was better than Peter Pan but he did. Just thinking about it made him want to go to the store and buy a jar and a box of spoons. He did not normally eat peanut butter right out of the jar, but he also did not give this much attention to thinking about peanut butter. So if he was reacting this way to just thinking about peanut butter, maybe his answer to the question about giving one of them up should be bacon. It seems like a good idea. Consider it done, then. If he had to give up one of the following (salt, peanut butter or bacon) he would give up bacon. And let us leave it at that or he might change his mind again. ---------- ******************* My Nano Blog - http://nano.bigbadwords.com My Non-Nano Blog - http://www.bigdumptruck.com
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Otla Felc	RE: Stupid Filler Text
50,141 / 50,000 Joined: Oct 28, 2002 Location: A little town that time forgot, New England, USA Posts: 14 Posted on: Nov 18, 2007 - 15 23	[MC has just managed to get Jan on the phone--he has something very important to tell her, but first he digresses, trying to picture what she might be doing] He could just see her—her nervous fingers coiling the phone cord, or doodling on a pad, with the phone cradled on her shoulder. Maybe she was cooking something, or drying the dishes, or kneading bread dough. Was she standing by the pot of parsley that always grew by the kitchen window? Was she thinking that it ought to be watered, that she would water it as soon as she got off the phone? Maybe she had her eye on the rubbish bin. Maybe that was what was on her mind while she spoke. As soon as she hung up, she would put on her coat to take out the trash. Maybe she even had her coat on already, and the bag out of the bin and tied off, so she could take it out as soon as she was done with the phone call. She could never just sit and talk on the phone; she would always be emptying the dishwasher or folding the laundry. He could just picture her hands, rolling pairs of socks into balls while she talked. The odd socks would go back into the basket, with the hope that they might be reunited with their mates, miraculously, come the next washday.... [You get the idea. I could have gone on like this for several pages. I probably will, later. I like to highlight place where I can go back and flesh out extraneous details.] “Hello. This is Jan.” She waited. “Who is this?”
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