Um, so Groovy is kinda busy right now. She's wrestling with Mr. Hoover or something. Or maybe she's chatting with her new bifocals - It's hard to tell. I'm never quite sure if she's really groovy or just plain weird.
At any rate, she asked me to update you people on her NaNoWriMo progress. She's managed to eke out 2, 434 wor... Wait a minute, she's yelling something from the other room.
Oh. Sorry. She's managed to "craft" FOUR thousand SIX hundred and THIRTY-SIX words in her
Actually, I'd be a little happier if things were, you know MOVING a little faster. She won't let me NEAR Dina Swanson and after five chapters I've only just met Lydia Pierce. My bike is busted and Mom's heating up frozen food again. I still don't know what "job shadowing" is and the goats haven't arrived yet. The lady next door is bossy and she has, like, 47 kids or something and there's some strange goings on in the backyard, but Groovy won't send me over to investigate.. The small fry keep spying on me and my knee hurts from my wipeout in the woods.
Not one sword fight or machine gun incident. No knifings or international spy rings. No space flights or pioneer exploration. Sheesh, you'd think if she was going to stick me in a story, she'd at least pick a good one.
Besides that, this is DAY 6. Shouldn't she be up to 10,000 words by now?
OK, she's coming back now. I gotta go. I think she's wanting me to take out the trash.
Hey, wait a minute....No...She wanted me to post this pic of her in her new glasses. They look just like the old glasses to me, but she insists they are TOTALLY different. What do you think?
That Jason! I can't believe he posted such a strangely warped photo of me! Just wait 'til I get my hands on him!