it is a truth universally acknowledged that writing takes a second to warm into, and i'm starting the day off vaguely fuzzy, slightly scattered, and totally in love with ryan adam's version of wonderwall. 

today i'm going back for chapter six on tarian.  which actually leads me to pose a question:  anyone have a good title for a novel that involves heavy american lit references, murder, and high school? 

but yeah, so i'm starting off today back in the mind of jack drew, my lovely detective.  it's fun writing third person limited in a guys head for once, and it's really odd doing this whole detective thing—i have no idea if i'm being authentic (i'm trying to grill my lawyer family for info, they think i've secretly shot someone.  or plan to) but it's definitely fun writing a mystery. 

back to the grindstone....

oh, and you'll be happy to know that i hit over a hundred again yesterday!  woot. 

kiss kiss.  keep you posted.