January Novel Writing Month '02
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Saturday, December 15

In my belly there is something that aches for release. It feeds on my guts and drinks my bile. It writhes, grows and wakes me at odd hours. It's as long as an interstate, but its weight approaches nil.

It's either a novel or a tapeworm. By Jan. 31, 2002, I hope to have found out which.

Posted at 12:53 AM

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