Novel Update no. 3

This might be the first time I’ve actually liked what I’m writing. As corny as it is (disclaimer: it might not sound corny to you, but it feels corny to say), when I uncover bits of the story that weren’t there before, it’s less like I decided “this would be a sweet development” and more like “oh, I didn’t know that’s where it would go.” To put it another way, I feel the story revealing itself more than I’m coming up with it. Apparently it has been buried deep inside me (that’s what she said?) for a while and now it’s finally ready to come out. I like it.

The end of November is rapidly approaching and despite my “breakthroughs” I’m still drastically behind. Oh well, maybe I don’t have to have it completely finished all in November. A friend and I decided that if we don’t finish in November, we’ll create “Don’t Give Up December.” We’re hoping it will be quite the internet phenomenon. Look out, Tom and nameless-disgustingly-rich-Facebook-creator-guy(s). And YouTube.

The point of all of this was just to get ourselves writing, right? And we’ve done that. And since – for once – I’m liking my current writing project, I’ll still try and finish it as soon as possible and get this show on the road. The road to DISNEY WORLD. And tree houses and no student loans and contracts with publishers and Toyota Priusses and The Everland. Yes.

My beard is functional. I’d say it’s operating at about 80% it’s potential, which is good. The PhotoBooth ablum is looking pretty sweet so far. I can’t wait to show you all.

So Pam’s back in town and Hiro thinks he’s 10 and Andy and Angela are on the rocks and Sylar and Elle are falling in love again and I miss Holly Flax and I hate Arthur Petrelli. And apparently today I am a huge fan of run-on sentences because I’ve written at least five so far and haven’t gone back and edited them because this quad-grande-two-pump-white-mocha-two-pump-toffee-nut-no-classic-add-breve-starbucks-double-shot is so effin delicious that I don’t even care about grammar because I’m so proud of myself for inventing such a delicious drink with such a long name on that day when I wanted coffee but also something cold and I was getting sick of my grande-three-pump-carmel-three-ounce-half-and-half-iced-coffee even thought it’s also delicious but I just wanted to try something different.

Some days I don’t know why people want to be my friend.

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