The novella

I have been reading my book that I wrote for Nanowrimo last November. It's pretty much crap, but I think I can work on it and make it better. I read a mystery novel last year that someone had recommended to me. I was appalled. You know, I don't think I am the best writer, but this story was so superficial and full of holes. I was bored. I might as well be watching an episode of Murder She Wrote. Oh well. I am not going to let anyone read it until it has been substantially revised and edited. Many of the characters need some work. But what do I care. It isn't like I will ever publish it or anything. I just wanted to accomplish my 50,000 words in one month goal. I did it and now I feel that I can probably do anything. It is a wonderful feeling.

V-day

Valentine's Day is tomorrow. For years, I have always mourned on that day, but this year I feel different. I don't think it is because my life has changed. I have been married for ten years and love my husband, but I think it is because I really don't care about the holiday anymore. I know my man loves me, and he doesn't need to buy me anything to show that love. We feel the same. I don't buy cutesy teddy bears for him or sweets. He would be appalled, as would I. I think Valentine's day is a ploy for people to show their love on that one day when they haven't been showing their love all year round.

So it continues...

She just came back. Her things were left here. I think we should start charging rent. My friend saved my life. I didn't have to help her. I don't know what she is doing. Not her school work. Boy, does she like to talk. She has got a story for everything, and my friend is just saying "Oh!" and "Uh huh!" I know she doesn't like her either. She is so annoying. Oh, her daughter left her crap here too. Who leaves their items out where anyone could take it. They might as well leave them in the hallway or on the street. I would lock my stuff in my car. Ok, now she is talking about her family making moonshine for their income. That explains a lot!!! I wonder if I should call the Prohibition Police. Hmmmm... My poor friend. My poor sainted friend. Cornelia is giving her family history while blowing her nose. What a lovely site and sound.

Maintenant ici

Damn it!!! She is back! I thought I would be free from her today, but I was mistaken. I love how she comes in the room and acts like this is her domain. She is a poser queen. Today her robes consist of denim with faux fringe. Her entourage follows her everywhere carrying her crap. That table is covered with rubbish from her and her daughter. It disgusts me. The workers that work here don't even make that much of a mess. Wow!!! She is spreading her stuff out. I think she is going to plan out the next year. I should go before she beckons me hither. I want to give her my undivided attention.

Cornelia

I see her. She is sitting in a chair less than ten feet from me. This woman makes me petulant in every respect of the word. She has covered the table with all of her crap. Do I see toast? Where did she get that? This is a "no toast zone." I investigated. It is one of those disgusting rice cakes. I thought my mom was the only person who ate those things. Oh, her daughter is sitting with her too. How sweet! They are both annoying. If I stay here too long, she will accuse me of stealing her stuff like she's done before. I am a thief you know. I love to steal other people's schoolwork and folders. I have a collection at home. She has her roller suitcase that she rolls all over campus. I have actually hidden when I have heard it's sound coming down the sidewalk. Oh, she beckons me. Why can't she just ask for help or call my name? She actually beckoned with her long slender fingers for me to come forth. I just learned that she is now a detective. Last year, she was a sage interpreting dreams. Now, she can look at a person and tell what profession they are by their clothes. She should have her own show like Columbo or Murder She Wrote. The killers would never be caught because she couldn't find a clue. She would just make assumptions that are wrong.