It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood and…I hit 30,000 words! I am a wri-tah! Only 20k more to go. Ugh. I hate my story now. I think I’m going to make something bad happen to one of the main characters just because I’m tired of all of them.

This doesn’t have to be “the” novel of my life, right? I think I’ll have to let some freaky things happen. Maybe someone will be killed in a microwave popcorn accident.

Hey, it could happen.