So i had to force myself to write tonight.  Every single verb, preposition, and subjective Nancy go-get-um eeked its way onto the page.

I got three Pages written, which is above par, but I felt every line of virtual ink like a tattoo across my corneas.

Im basically getting at one fair point and purpose: I’m tired right now.

I started back at Gamestop, selling video games to goombas.  Right-O!

I like how you can pick something back up like you never sat it down.  Even after 18 months of not working there, i still new how to do almost everything.

I like the adaptability of man in that regard.  Human beings, given any climate, scenario, or toothpaste, can alter their parameters and thrive. Continue reading “Footloose and Olympic Marinara Quelling” →

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.” →