Monkey tube. Are those the tubes that monkeys come out of? Which most people can’t see? Those certainly are dark, dark places.

I like this idea. I don’t like to imagine people I know reading my low-quality novel though. Still, it might make sure I don’t try to attempt anything *too* embarrassing.

All the stories I can think of involve people a lot like me, but whose lives are more interesting, and who can think more quickly. I’m going to have to do better than that.

Do you know, what I wrote before was a typo – it wasn’t a money tube, for goodness’ sake, it was a monkey tube! What in hell would a money tube be? Yes, monkey tubes: those are the dark places.

My novel, I think, might be about a robot who is really more-or-less just exactly a person. Only an artificial person. And who maybe works in a restaurant or retail outlet of some sort. And a homeless man in the real world who is watching snowflakes come down and crowds of people go past. I’m not quite sure how these two stories intertwine yet, but I think I might start the story with a man careering down a rainswept neon street on a bicycle before being suddenly hit by a speeding car driven by a screaming man in a rabbit mask. I think the man in the rabbit mask might connect the stories. Somehow.

That’s all I’ve really got so far. And only three days left before it’s time to start writing…

I want to write one. You have to come up with a great first line though, which can take ages.

The first novel I tried to write, when I was six, started ‘It was morning, but it was as dark as a money tube’. I could continue that one. I’d have to work out what it means though.

(actually I was just explaining ‘Good luck’, ‘Thanks, I’ll need it’ in school earlier today, so I’m glad to have an opportunity to use that phrase. Simple things, simple minds, and so on…)