Novel, End of Depression and Deep Theological Questioning

lalallalalal, I'm writing a novel.

So far, only ten pages. And because I KNOW ZeReHeaWo has like, 25, that's sad.

But I don't even care!

You know why?

No?

Well, it's because it WORKED.

The painting thing. Seriously. I'm over him, I'm over him, I'm over him -tapdance-.

Unfortuanately, no one reads this anymore, so I'll go shuffle into a corner, and like, sit.

And maybe write FIFTEEN PAGES In the next three hours.

Actually, that sounds feisable....


Okay, I have enough inspiration for like, three-four more pages. Hopefully.

But after that, there's a scene in a really trippy meadow where Raidon explains some things, and Kalle starts to find him SUPER SMEXY and then trips and dies.

Or that's what will happen if I don't get some inspiratiiiiion.

Dis.Tress.

That's okay, Hopefully my sister will come on the computer, and I can ask her to tell me what is on the nextpage of my.... scrapbook paper.

THEN IT SHALL BE SUPREME. SUPREME I TELL YOU.

And I suppose if that doesn't happen, I can always draw a map, or do some background stuff. Then I'll publish that as an ENCYCLOPEDIA.

Yes! Brilliant!

JKR took YEARS to publish an encyclopedia for harry potter, and it's not even out yet! I will TRUMP. Like donald. without the wig.


And I have dinner, a snack, and a bottle of OJ. Now, what order should I eat them in...?

-Ponders-