A DAY OR SO IN MY LIFE! WHO CARES? for Monday, January 12, 2009

544x376 Normal 0 HER BIRTH NAME WAS JESSICA CATHRINE BUT MOST CALLED HER JESS This fog is as thick as syrup. I am totally trapped by a nothing substance. I can’t feel more than dampness, I can’t see a foot in front of me, and I hear a low and foreboding dripping sound. It is Southern fog, thick and clumpy, it slides off pine needles like freshly cooked jelly off a spoon. I simply must concentrate on what is happing around me. One false step and I could plunge forward, backward or even sideways... Sign in to see full entry.

I have run out of anything interesting about my life at this point to write about. I have been writing on a novel for a little while. I am going to post it chapter by chapter on here. If you want to follow it I would love that. This is the first draft and not the edited version. I would love your feed-back. It is called WHAT IS HIDING IN THE MUD FACTORY? These are short chapters and it will be done in parts. Part one being six chapters. These will begin tomorrow. I hope you will read it, thanks.... Sign in to see full entry.