I wrote something along the lines of 1100 words last night, so I am feeling uber short on both words and themes tonight. I therefore implore you to take this advice to heart — you get what you get and you don’t throw a fit.

Those words of insight were brought to us by The Daughter’s former preschool teacher. Preschool teachers are patient, wise, and have all the best sayings.

I find myself wondering how many total words I’ve written for Puddintopia since declaring my intention to get some writerly exercise*. I think I might even have to look into doing a count. If I reach 120k early, I might call the Puddintopia Writing Challenge complete.

Speaking of the PWC, the ever popular Puddinette (all my friends and coworkers like her better than they like me, I’m not even kidding) pointed out last week that when I slapped up the new website façade back in January, I egregiously misspelled the word “challenge”. For more than three months I was proudly counting down the number days remaining in the “Puddintopia Writing Challange”. Writing challenge, indeed; more like spelling-challenged.

Anyway, where was I? Right, hitting the 120k goal early. Fret not, friends; even if I do manage to cross the finish line ahead of the clock, I won’t stop there, I promise. I might take more nights to work on the budding novel, but I shall not abandon you again, dear internets.

Speaking of our Man Alone, I’m nearly finished with what I will be posting here online. Last night’s entry brought chapter four to a resolution I was quite pleased with, and the next part will be all of chapter five. Originally that was all going to be chapter four, but when I finished last night two things occurred to me:

  1. Where I paused the story last night was a nearly perfect natural separation point
  2. There will easily be enough content in the next part for a whole chapter, not just a 400-600 word “part”

I love it when stuff works out better than you’d planned.

Something that isn’t working out for me, though, is the title. I need to come up with something better than “A Man Alone”. I spit that out the first night our thirsty friend sprang from my imagination, long before I had any actual plans for him. Anyone like to make a suggestion? You’re certainly welcome to do so. Whoever wins the Name the Unfinished Novel contest will receive one free year’s subscription to

Don’t everyone ooo and ahhh at once. Odds are I’m going to win it anyway.

Yes, I can win my own contest; this isn’t radio station. employees (we have 0), volunteers (1, me), wives (1), and children(4) are all fully eligible for online contests. At least until such a time as this site registers more than 14 average visits a day and offers giveaways where there’s actually something to give away.

Random fact for May 28th: the dangerously unstable web server has been running consecutively now for 1 day, 3 hours, and 52 minutes. Perhaps there’s a little life yet in the ole’ girl.

I made mass backups last night, anyway, just in case.

That’s it for tonight; I’m going to watch a DVD. I’ll do better tomorrow.


*Yes, Sweetheart, I know it’s not a real word. Sometimes I like to use made up or nonsensical words on purpose because I think it makes me seem cute. At least now you know where the kids get it, pancake.

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