What is my PROBLEM?

Another month???

What is it with me and not writing posts?

New Rule. Every time I don’t publish a post I have to punch myself in the face!!

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Atrocity will be an ATROCITY!

I have decided to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days!!

That’s right, I am participating in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. This annual contest challenges would-be authors to write a novel during the month of November.

Since this was an impulse decision I made yesterday, I’m expecting the results to be horrible. It should be hilarious.

Read my novel here:  Atrocity

Do you have an idea for my novel? Should I give up? Tell me about it in the Comments!

Protect Paul Ryan!

Early this morning I was startled awake by an emergency siren.

I leapt out of bed, my heart pounding, yelling “Paul Ryan! Protect Paul Ryan!”

I frantically looked around. It was dark. I couldn’t see anything. I ran across the room to turn on the light as the siren blared.

I was alone. The guards must have already taken him to safety.

Suddenly, I realized that I was in my bedroom. My alarm clock was ringing, not an emergency siren. It was 6:00 AM and I had to get ready for work.

What the hell was I dreaming about?

Paul Ryan

TPM

 

“Julia,” A Story About A Spy

WHY did I write this crap????

Michelle
English Pd 6
11/21/98

Julia

I never knew you could do that with an ordinary paper clip! I watched in amazement as Julia bent the silver paper clip and shaped it into a round globe. The globe actually resembled the eukaryotes we learned about in biology, but no one else seemed to notice. A moment later, Julia had bent the clip back into its normal shape and her audience cheered. What really surprised me was Julia’s putting it into a casket which she placed in her minivan. Oh well, spies will be spies. Her Eskimo dog, Frisker, jumped out and ran over to me, knocking me over. “You’re off sides,” the football ref called from a nearby field. Anyway, Julia was on a mission: to find a chunk of moldy blue cheese. She had to travel to Russia and disguise herself as a sumo wrestler. Her story was that she was lost. Okay. Well I don’t really understand the relevance. Spies must be from a different planet. I watched as Julia confidently walked to her car and drove to the airport.

There once was a blond spy named Julia,
Had to go empty the basurea.
Travels to Russia,
Hope the sumos don’t crusha,
A crazy life she lives, Julia.