Joe Christmas meets Jack Squat...

i worked on my novel today. it's the piece of writing i ironically refer to as 'the next great american novel.' of course, as i just alluded to, the title is rather misleading considering it is neither 'great' nor a 'novel'...

it is, on the other hand, appropriately designated in some ways... it is, i suppose, 'the next,' and technically it is 'american,' as well, so it's not a complete misnomer, but the other stuff... yeah, not so much.

it's pretty purgatorial in it's paltry mediocrity, so 'great' obviously must be stricken from the record, and it's only about a half-a-page long as is... and i don't think that constitutes the page-mass a novel deserves... so really, it's 'the next mediocre american novella/short story.' plus, the only thing in it so far is the narrator talking about how much he likes the automatic car-wash and how fat his blind date thinks she is even though she's the width of an emaciated and malnourished toothbrush...


hmm.


it does have a nice ring to it though... i think if people actually pronounce out-loud the 'slash' onomatopoeia between 'novella' and 'short story,' it could really sell...



yeah.




big time.