Updates

1. I finished my 50K words. Well, 50035. Still have more writing to do, however.
2. Cartoon below going to be in Midland's only indie newspaper, Illusions of Freedom.
3. Going to dinner with Matt next week because we won!
4. My back is out.
5. I need my back to dive.
6. My first meet is on Tuesday.
7. Sara's birthday is on Monday. Sara is my sister. She signed up for NaNoWriMo and only got 3000 words before giving up. Maybe next year.

Next on the Hit Parade, will be the to-do list. And it will be longer than this list. So wait a day.
Excerpts will be on their way back in this month. I just have to start writing some $#!+.

The sketch I promised earlier. Enjoy!

Cartoon Peace

Okay okay....I know I named this blog cartoon violence. And yet there are no cartoons. Which is why, today, you'll be treated to a little sketch I did involving *cough* a political leader *cough*

And by the way, I'm at 37,000 words. Woopee.

If there is no sketch, it will be there shortly. If it is shortly, it might never show up. But I usually try to do what I say I'm going to. (Unless it's my website, of course.)

No, I'm not named after someone in U2. Just to clarify.

Ann Arbor

I went to Ann Arbor today. My sister showed up and after eating a bagel at Einstein Bros., half of a peanut-butter brownie at Expresso Royale, and looking in various asundry crazy stores, she left and I was subjected to an extremely boring lecture about ancient Egypt in an extremely warm and sleep-inducing environment.

Stopped writing at 9:30 with only 500 words. Oh well, I'm still two days ahead with little over a week to go.

Cristina bought a Found magazine, and on one of the pages there is a sign : Please LOCK DOOR so people from outside don't break in and DEFECATE in the washing machine. We laughed, and then a few minutes later she says, "What's defecate mean?" Apparently she thought it meant to die. Don't break in and commit suicide in our washing machine...anyway, good laughs.

What will it feel like to be an author?

• I don't know
• Maybe like being a father?
• Um...I'm hungry

Mitch Hedberg...aah

Went to Mitch Hedberg/Stephen Lynch last night....the show was amazing. I bought a Mitch Hedberg t-shirt with his name on the front and some little kid-type crayon coloring of him on the back. Then I got him to sign the thing....not to mention shaking his hand. Oh man... word on the streets is - Mitch is coming out with a new CD...soon. Soon means probably 2005, summer or something. Anyway. Wow. Okay.

Halfway, Half to go

You can read the first half of the novel, tentatively titled End Of Beauty here. No italics or spaces or anything yet, I 'm planning to fix it up here temporarily and even sepearate it into chapters. I'm tired right now and want to sleep, so yeah.

Went to see The Incredibles today with the Libster and I must say it was very enjoyable. In a word, incredi-well, it was good. The Star Wars trailer was amazing though. Wow.

You want an excerpt? Go read my stinking novel. I mean, half of it.

I'm Tired

Okay okay. So I'm back. At 21,187 words. Only 4 thousand or more so words before you get to read the first half of this biatch. And, oh, is it a biatch. It just started getting sinister and gruesome, so pretty much Sean will like it. Thanks Sean.

No Excerpts! Um yeah...I'm going to bed. So deal with it. Again.

Topped 16 Thousand

The play is OVER.

1. Libby got me two (count 'em, 2) tickets to go see Mitch Hedberg and Steven Lynch with my sister in Ann Arbor this coming weekend. I know, don't you wish she was your girlfriend?
2. When we arrived to do the play on Friday night, Nick (some kid, doesn't matter) had left his lights on and his keys in the car. So, Adam decided to teach him a lesson. (With the help of his esteemed partner Libby of course.) We moved his car to the other end of the parking lot and took his keys. Then, at the end of the night when the performance had ended, we watched and waited until he came out. There was Nick, a tall blond-haired boy who would flirt with a tree if it was ticklish, looking quizzically at the spot his car had been an hour and a half before. He thought his car was stolen and when we finally broke down and told him the joke he was so grateful to have been taught a lesson about leaving his keys in the car that he...um...thanked me...for stealing his car.
3. During the play today where the music was supposed to play and we were all supposed to start dancing, it never played. There was an awkward silence and so I, Robin Hood, strode up to the same blond-haired boy and said, "So, Little John. Think there might be some music here in a bit?" The audience roars with laughter. "I don't know, but right now seems to be the opportune time," he replies. It was amazing fun.
4. There is no 4.
5. I had pumpkin pie. I love pumpkin pie.
6. I'm more than double where I was last post. Go figure. Once I reach 25,000, I'm posting the first half of the novel here. Where you can read it. Here. Okay, just so we're clear. Here. No excerpts today. Boo-hoo.

7771

Okay, little change. I wrote some more and finished at 7771 words. So total of 5200 some words. Pretty horroshow. Also, the election is fierce. Who will win? Nader with 0 percent.

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.

And It Begins...

Okay, so the first day of NaNo is coming to a close, and I must say that with 2,518 words under my belt I'm feeling pretty secure. Although I have seen some people with WELL over ten thousand words. (And if you know me, I'm a very competitive person and that makes me want to sit down and pull an all-nighter. I'd get about ten-thousand words, but where would I be in the morning? In bed. That's right) Also, Matt's got a great Palahniuky novel started called Basic Beautiful Loser. Kid's already got 4,000+ words. Makes me want to sit down and pull an...wait, didn't I say that already?

Anyway, excerpt from the Novel: Though the sun streams in from the window, catching dust and dirt pieces in mid-flight, the patch on the floor is not warm. Again the very wrongness of it pulls at the old man, and he swoons. Catching himself on the wardrobe door, he takes a deep breath and notices how it lacks smell of any kind. The air, and everything around him had taken on a sort of non-smell. Of course it seemed absurd, the way Plato’s theory that things could be described by their essence might be to the informed scholar, but there was a certain rightness to it as he thought. If the property of smell is taken away, he thinks, what has it left? Nothing, of course, but that nothing might become a property of it’s own. The air has a non-smell just as the room has a non-sound. And like that, he begins to wonder.