As of 8:15 P.M. - 7,107 words

I'm two days ahead of schedule. I've momentarily passed Matt at 7,093 and feel great. Who knew writing could be so fun? I could have stopped at 5,000 words today (and continuing the 2500 words a day plan) but I pushed a little harder and came up with more than a day off. Which rocks my socks off. And I'm supposed to mention Cristina in here for something but I don't remember what. Okay. Thanks for the support, everyone, I appreciate it (esp. Libby). And I'm sorry I tore up Brianna's locker sign.

From the Novel: "Maybe I’ll live another twenty years, and die at ninety nine like that man in Looville." He smiled at the thought, and reckoned he should push his new strength to the limit. So he tried to run, jogging a bit at first as to not shock his system and then speeding up, pulling his ancient body forward and bouncing the sack on his shoulder as if it were a giggling toddler. He tired of it immediately and was forced to stop from the immense pain coming from his right knee. The old man who felt somewhat younger did not stop long, however, and he was soon walking again with a slight limp and a grimace on his face. This was about the time that the path opened up really quick and there was a large light gray field stretched out before him. The road was all of a sudden wide again, and black with its band of stretched dots lining the center. And, in the distance, he could see a little block of houses and buildings; the town. Well that made the old man speed up in a way he’d not thought possible. He was not liking this one road that only led one place and never branched off until you took a look behind you.