in pursuance of said great american novel ~

wow. i think i hate this book.

like, really hate it.

it's entirely possible i burned out a gasket reading Poore's transcript (twice). i think i've memorized it. go ahead, ask me anything.

: o p

so i have some 40-50k words or so (and some of them even go together in something like complete sentences), but nothing here really jumps out at me as "keeper" material. maybe i'm just sick of the subject matter, but i feel like all i've been doing is rearranging the vegetables on the plate. like all of this stuff has been said before and i'm not really adding anything new to it.

right now my favorite exchange (and i didn't even write it) is:

on answering to an objection while cross-examining a witness for the prosecution:

Poppet: The man comes here as an "expert", and I want to find out what kind of an expert he is.

AJA Bing (clearly confusing the witness with someone else): He was an expert, I believe, designated by the counsel himself in the first place.

Poppet: He was never brought into court by me.

AJA Bing: He was designated by you, and we understand very well why you did not bring him into court.

Poppet: He was never selected by me.

AJA Bing: I understand so, but if you say no, well and good.

way to follow the score there, Bing.

i may be the only person on earth who finds this hilarious, but perhaps my amusement with it is a fair indication of how far i've turned at this point.

it's entirely possible there's nothing wrong with the book as it's written thus far and that other people would find it at least vaguely interesting. but as it fails to set me on fire, into the trash it goes.

bye bye book! bye bye!

round two anyone?

how many days do i have left anyway? 13?

sure. i can write a book in 13 days.

p.s. i was going to post a lolrus as the picture of the day, but have decided i should retire quietly with an ice pack instead.