Ah, these cafes in Delaware are nothing like the ones in NYC. First, people are working on actual schoolwork (except for the guy who's editing info about early 90s shows onto Wikipedia). I miss looking over people's shoulders and sniggering to myself about their so-called novel: You sad, sad bastard. It also helped that I didn't have my laptop with me so that they could exact retribution. Today, it's a different matter altogether.
At the very least, kudos to WMC for setting this up. As if reading the recaps for America's Next Top Model wasn't distracting enough!
I've been writing and re-writing the first 500 words of my story -- mostly putting in and then taking out paragraph breaks. It's finally time for me to move on, methinks. It's a fictionalized retelling of the group of Japanese fishermen who were caught in the fallout of the Bikini atomic tests. Except in my story, they mutate into horrible fish-like creatures. So far, I've already employed one cliche (cherry blossoms) and hope to incorporate all the other cliches (Mt. Fuji, samurais, wooden sandals, subservient women) very soon.
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