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Sort of stream of consciousnessey
I meant to weigh myself before I moved out, so that I could determine whether living on my own would make me fat or make me waste away to even less than I already was.
But I didn't.
Wow. What a great story. Good thing I'm writing a novel this month, what with all my storytelling skills. Alright, folks, I'm at 813 words and I'm going to bed. There's a drunken clown baking cookies and a very very boring stupid main character and I don't know if it's a murder mystery or a romance or an adventure novel because I have no idea what's going to happen next. Maybe I'll be inspired at work tomorrow.
And no, you can't read it. Possibly ever. It's got a drunken clown in it, for god's sake!
srah - Tuesday, 1 November 2005 - 9:35 PM
Tags: health, nanowrimo, nanowrimo 2005, weight, writing
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Comments (10)
NaThRo - November 2, 2005 - 1:14 AM - ℓ
I thought I would loose weight when I moved away from home... (Granted, for me it was only about 1 mile down the road, hehe)
I didn't though. I stayed about the same weight for months then slowly put on a little and have stabilised again. Was about 165lb, now about 177lb. It's been 3 1/2 years.
Not your mom - November 2, 2005 - 2:55 PM - ℓ
Why not write about a young woman in her first apartment and working her first job and all the sexy adventures she has there in a college town?
I suppose you could work a drunken, cookie baking clown into it somewhere. Is there a clown college nearby?
~rt~ - November 2, 2005 - 3:56 PM - ℓ
well, i don't know about anyone else, but personally, i've been looking for a good drunken clown story for ages...
Let me read it! You can be garaunteed that I won't steal your ideas because I'm already smack in the middle of my own book with my own ideas. You need a Beta and it's meeeeee!!!!!