I've been experiencing a decent slump the past few weeks, and haven't been able to effectively pen them down. I've been rolling a novel around, but [like most things] it will probably never be finished.

On the same token, I've been trying to increase my writing prowess...since I have to take English 111. D:

But nothing was coming (go ahead. that's what she said).

To get to the point, I was sitting in Kenny's room, minding my own business, when my brain was slaughtered, absolutely massacred!, with an explosive idea. I'll get to that.

My problem with writing out a novel is that I get bored with it. I can't write the same thing for very long, and nothing I write out gets finished because I don't know how to resume my previous projects with the same ol' vigor that I had the first time around.

So writing a story out, in the traditional sense, over the course of this summer has completely fallen through (as have most of the other promises I made to myself and others). The result of my epiphany?

Twenty Minute Tales (abbr. TMT). [link] and [link] are my submissions so far. =]

The object? To take twenty minutes and write obscure, witty (potentially talentless) poetry about the subject matter that was supposed to be made into a Pulitzer-potential novel.

My first entry has already been posted. I'm not sure, but I think it was pretty close to twenty minutes in the making. Don't get your hopes up, though. I never claimed that the poems in this series are going to be gems of literary mastery (even though I wish they were! lol).

Happy readings. =]