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Fark, I am so behind. I should have 10K words by now, and I'm shy a little under 4K. I'll have to pick it up, but i won't give up. I promise. I'm really happy where it's going, but I am a little stressed that I haven't had enough time to work on it. I've been busy with side projects, my class, and trying to take care of myself. You know?
But enough of the excuses. I like what I'm writing. I really do. The freaky baby story wasn't meant to be freaky. It was meant to be cute. Scary cute. Anyways, here's another installment for you to check out. A lot has happened since the Freaky Baby incident.
BTW, I have 9 pages single spaced, and I *just* got started. Here's the snippet, after the jump.
-VDC
“James, hey you fucker, what are you doing?” A woman’s voice giggled on his cell phone.
“Why hello, sister, what the fuck are you doing?” he laughed back. “I’m doing nothing. I’m reading composition papers. I’m bored out of my mind, but some of these kids are freakin’ hilarious.” He leafed through the last essay. “Did you eat dinner yet?”
“I did not,” Mel responded.
“Me either, fucker!” Crespie shouted in the background.
“Nice to know I’m loved,” James said.
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BTW, this is pretty much a real conversation between me and my brother. I don't even know how real siblings talk to each other anymore. But it's all good. Anything else would be...wierd.