Well, this is the last part of the first chapter of my novel, which I must admit I’ve fallen behind on, though I am done with the second chapter and am only planning seven.
Writing this story — the story of a girl who loves cats too much — has made me feel a bit insane. But good insane! Because what is a writer if not someone who can empathize with the strangest of people? The answer: nothing.
Warning: there is some vulgarity in here. Don’t be afraid!
So, I’m trying to write a terrible novel for National Novel Writing Month. The purpose of this is to just belt out a 50k word novel in one month, and even without editing that takes a sizable chunk of time and your mental capacity. This is the first 1000 words. I’ll try to have a real blog later but for now deal with seeing something that was done quickly!
Yes, this is a post about Tina Fey. I swear it’s not just blabbering about pop culture!
If Tina Fey was a cartoon, I’d imagine she’d be this kind of character and illicit this kind of reactions from
horndogs men. Though maybe she’d be holding a rubber chicken And I think this view is one most people in America could agree with.
These last few days, I’ve been trying to write a new blog, sitting in front of my computer screen with my tongue out in the deepest concentration.