i've got a novel idea.
sort of.
it's trivial, but maybe i could write it well enough to perhaps publish it and gain a little money.

it starts off:
'My name is Anna Katherine. And I have been dead for forty-two hours. Conor Oberst is still singing through my stereo speakers. 'Waste of Paint' has been on repeat for almost two days now. Nobody has found me.'


then i think it would go on and talk about her life blah blah blah and then at the end: maybe you're thinking something happened to her, oh god what happened to this girl??? oops. she up and died. by her own hands.

no it's not terribly great, but money, chyeah? my love is writing a children's book. we're all about exploiting our creative ability for dough right now so we can get the hell out of here to somewhere where we can thrive.

haven't worked on screenplay. dreaming up great christmas gifts that i make myself. especially for my love. ;]