I was talking to a friend a week or so ago andd he told me i was a procrastinator, he was rght. i have always wanted to be a writer but i have never really finished anything. And since I told him I would write him a chapter by the end of the month. I swear that is a bad thing to say cause low and behold Ideas diesd a sdden death. Until last night. I suddenly had an internal monologue going in my head from the perspective of a wife who is being cheated on and finds out. It cracked me up because hse is well sarcastic. So last night i wrote down most of the idea (insomnia) and tonight I hav written. I am workingon my second chapter because I have an idea that is simple and easily remembered. follow a woman through the trials of image maintinace in suburbia, whilst retracing dating again. I am sure it has been done, but i already like my main character. That helps i now wanna see where she goes from here.