So i started chapter 5.

I cranked out 3 pages in less than an hour.  It is flowing nicely it would seem.

This is the awkward bit in the story where i slowly figured out how to lose weight while i was still gaining it.  What can I say?  I require food when I ponder and plan.  This is the fattest chapter, it was supposed to make an appearance last chappy chap, but I wasn’t feeling it, and it panned out in a different direction than I originally anticipated.  So i am smushing a couple of Chapters together in the hopes of moving this little “fight for the light plight” along.

Today I wrote about CiCi’s pizza.  I wrote about the day that Helmer and I went there for lunch at 11:45 and didn’t leave until almost close. Continue reading “All Day You Can Eat and the Swagger of Mr. Kite” →

So i finished the chapter today.

If i wrote like this early on, i would have had the entirety of my book written in 3 months.  But not to worry, i shall not be pissing away my time (at least not ALL of it) from now on!  I like writing too damn much to be doing so.

Just one more chapter of moroseness,  then onto the screwed up train of healing.  Which is going to be the smallest portion of the book to be quite honest with you.  Losing the weight was by and FAR the easiest damn part of the entire affair.  getting to the point of realizing and WANTING to LOSE the weight was the difficult part. Continue reading “Naked Techno, Bleeding Neon and the Problematic Picket Fence.” →

So I will finish Chapter 4 by tomorrow.

Cranking out a chapter in one week is mildly impressive if i don’t say so myself.  Doing it isn’t actually the hard part, sitting DOWN to do it is.

So tonight, or tomorrow, or what have you, is Daylight Savings end.  Be prepared for a glorious 25 hour sunday! yesss….  I will spend that extra hour doing massive amounts of laundry methinks.  I still want to know the true story behind the whole Daylight Savings thing to begin with.  Was it for farmers?  Was it so they could have more daylight hours to work and spread their seed, sow their seed, and reap their seed?  Too many mixed metaphors there.  Or was it for golfers as so many cynics seem to propagate into whatever pool of ears that choose to swim? Continue reading “Plummeting Out of Sight and Sound” →