Writer's Block: Novel Ideas

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Tough time to be a chimp.

So, nanowrimo - and I'm sat in my bustling office, you know the one I share with the other chimps here; John, Paul, George, and Ringo.

There's actually supposed to be an infinite number of them but it's mostly mirrors - budget cuts y'know - and we all be wrimo junkies (though Monkartney don't like that being mentioned) and we argue like crazy;
"Come on lads," as the Chimp with wings tries to cajole the reluctant scribes.
"Just one last effort boys!" I chime in. Ignored as always.

Chimpey Ringo is in favour of an epic undersea tale - but I'm not sure about 50,000 words on shellfish.
"I'm warming to the idea of doing it an asylum..." scowls Johnkey.
"You would say that," I point out.
He's still pissed with me  since I superglued his fingers to the typewriter key board.
Didn't stop him though - so now i h ve oc sion l t oubl w th s nt nc s.
Thanks john.

"Well, I think," says George out of the side of his mouth, "it's all about opposites."
"It MIGHT be if we had enough to tell..." I point out.
"Or a sentence even," says Chimpey Ringo dourly but grinning since he has the typewriter with keys.

"Well - it has to be something expansive - like past, present, future and a whole bunch of stories and then we can bluff it like that was intentional and the whole point of the rambling novel."
Whew!
Gasp for breath  - this is hardcore training.
"Thanks," I murmur as George massages my neck and towels me down.
"We're all in your corner..." says Johnkey supportively.
"Really?"
"Don't be soft." he grins.
"Oh. Right."

"Maybe it could be like generational - a sprawling family saga of -"
"You really wanna type Rosie-Mae 20,000 times?"
"Ah." maybe not.

Chimpey Ringo has a light bulb over his head.
"You should get a lampshade for this," he points out.
"What about a story of Victorian London - a young lad down on his luck, falling foul of a dubious groomer and his pickpocket apprentices."
"Now you're talking."
"Yeah and then the boy gets to be the best pickpocket in London Town and eventually retires to a mansion in Bognor."
"Eh?"
"Well, that would be a twist."
"A Twist on Oliver! I like it!"
"About time." George is half-smiling but actually the monkey as a point.
"Time! Holy crap! Is it -"
"Yeah yeah yeah!" sings Johnkey happily. "You missed the deadline did you son?" he asks facetiously.
I am at this juncture incoherent and making dolphin-like clicks and hissses.
Maccamonkey  nods his head and shrugs philosophicaly. "Back to Hamlet then lads."
"What's the wordcount on that?" I splutter hopefully.