OMG, OMG, OMG!!! I’ve been setting it up since the beginning and I didn’t even know it! I think one of my characters might have to die! I don’t know how to write that. I’ve never killed a character before. I’ve had already dead characters, and dying characters, but I’ve never written a character perfectly alive one minute and dead the next. I’ve killed Sims before, but that’s not the same. Everybody kills their Sims, lol.

And does this make it an entirely different book? I don’t know. It certainly fits into the theme of everything I’ve written so far. Holy crap, it fits everything! The world could freaking explode, and you don’t even know it until it does!!!

Maybe it doesn’t need to happen? I don’t know. I don’t know!!! How do you know?

(It’s not Danny or Lexi, by the way, because that WOULD make it an entirely different story.)

OMG!!!

I used to do these picture/poetry things, but I stopped because I wasn’t a poet anymore. My husband was a poet, for real, for a minute. Then he stopped being a poet too.

Now that he isn’t a poet either, I figure I can do my stupid picture/crap-ass-poetry things. And I don’t care if they aren’t very good, because they’re just fun.

As a tribute to my dear hubby, who could write a poem about a black sock and people would adore it, I give you my first: photogenic.

Love you honey

Sometimes I feel like my story is probably stupid. Like, who on Earth is going to want to read about these over-privileged white kids, who think they know everything, who have too much sex, who don’t do too many drugs, who sit around talking too much? And who on Earth is going to care about what they want to do with their lives, and how it all turns out in the end?

But other times I am so seriously in love with every single one my characters. I’m disappointed when they make mistakes, and I’m giddy when they’re happy, and my heart breaks for them when they’re sad. And if I care about them, there must be at least someone else out there in the world who could care, right?

I don’t know what this means, except that I think I’m a little bit crazy.

That, and I’m not really sure what the difference is between a romance novel, and a novel about love?

novel stats:
41,300 wds. (~38%)
125 pages
Still working on ch. 4 of 13

It seems like a lot more than last week (5000 words more) but that’s just because I pulled most of the chapter from notes I already had written. Pretty sketchy notes, but the chapter is there, and I’ll spend next week (maybe two weeks) filling it out.

Then on to chapter five! Chapter five is Danny’s first chapter. Danny is a dorky and charming stoner boy, and Lexi’s other half. Chapter five is going to be a challenging chapter to write. It needs to accomplish a lot, and the rest of the story kind of hangs on it at the moment, in whichever way it ends up going. Ack! Pressure!

Happy 4th of July!!! We’re taking Dylan to see the fireworks at Kensington Metropark tonight. If he doesn’t have too much of a melt-down, that is. He’s been in the worst mood EVER for two days now. I think he must be getting a tooth or something.

I would also like to say that he has peed on his potty three times now

not a writer:

The World Could Explode: a Love Story

This is my working title of the moment… yet another one. This one comes from a line of dialogue I wrote for the last chapter. Better than the last one, even though the last one was cute - A Scientific Study in Kissing Boys. I still adore it, actually, but it doesn’t really fit. Maybe I’ll use it for a short story some day. This one doesn’t make the book sound chick-lit-y, doesn’t take itself too seriously while at the same time remaining just the very littlest bit poignant (at least in reference, it does). Eh, I’ll probably change my mind again next week.

Hubby doesn’t like it though. He thinks it sounds like some global warming book Al Gore would write, lol. Could make sense though - one of my characters does end up having a bit of a crush on Al Gore!

novel stats:
36,600 words (33%)
111 pages
working on chapter 4 of 13

not a film critic:

Cashback. Totally a man’s fantasy movie! Lots of gratuitous boobs and skirt-lifting. But it was hilarious and sweet, seriously! A love story that your husbands/boyfriends will enjoy, lol.

It’s official. I have a two-year-old! Two years and he still hasn’t grown any eyebrows, lol. Well, if he’s anything like his daddy, he may never grow them. I hardly have eyebrows myself. Poor kid, he’s doomed!

And before you think I’m crazy for buying a two-year-old a guitar, let me just say this thing only cost me $20. It’s real though. It plays!