So It is twelve days in. I will finish this chapter before or on Sunday.
That is a chapter a week. at this rate, i will have the book entirely written before the end of the year. One can hope.
I need to try and find a publisher. Someone who can look pass the shoddy prose and see that a method that causes you to lose 265 pounds can sell to a country spending billions on weight loss methods.
One can hope. Continue reading “Award Winning Strides, Venereal Cures.”
So i wrote the end of Chapter 5.
I did some last second rearranging and changed the events of how i wanted to write things, and i think this will work out much better.
I’m not going to be particularly loquacious this evening because A) I just spent the last 2 hours writing prose B)I’m a sleepy panda, C) I need to brush the bejeezus out of my teeth. Seriously though, I taste invisible peanut butter. Continue reading “Flat Tires, 19 Stone, and the Reason Behind Windows.”
I hate Wednesdays. I also hate people who call Wednesday “hump day,” not because of the content of the argument, but because every person says it like they came up with it.
It sort of reminds me how every person I have every met, once they get to know me a little better (to the point of name variation, e.g. nicknames, playful ‘Y’ additions, etc.) comes to the same nickname for me: Broccoli…ugh.
It usually plays out like this: “Brocy, Broco…Brocy….BROCCOLI!” and their eyes just light up, like they are the most creative person since Humphrey Belcher who thought the time was ripe for a Cheese Cauldron. (life isn’t complete without at LEAST one Harry Potter reference a day) Continue reading “Frat Pit and the Out of Breath Donut.”
Broc Sewell 