A couple of people have asked me lately, "So, what's going on with your novel?"
To which I respond: "What novel? Oh, you mean that writhing, putrid sack of syllables that likes to sit in the corner of my desk and stare at me with angry eyes and pointed teeth? The one that's the slight green of moldy bread, and reeks of pickle juice and bile? Oh, that. Right. I'm working on it."
After which they tend to back away slowly.
But, after a month or two of shoving it in the back of my closet and ignoring its existence, the smell of rotting meat and decaying vowels is beginning to bother me, so I pulled it out to whip it into shape. And, surprise! Beneath the seven layers of dust, there are a few redeeming qualities to it. So, I'm planning on rolling up my sleeves and giving her a whirl, seeing if I can clean the disease out of this thing and find the soul. It has to be there somewhere, right? Right?
Perhaps.
Never mind that I have five classes, plus a volunteer placement, a ten-hour workweek and an independent study project. Forget that I might, you know, have other things to do. Somewhere in between all of that, right?
Well, here's your sneak peak. I uploaded the very beginning of (what-is-now) Chapter One. Its a little rough, but let me know what you think.
Okay -- back to work. See you on the flip side!
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