No Recess Chapter 11
<p><em>It's nine years old. It reads like a kid wrote it and you people want more. I love you people. Let's go back to '99 shall we?</em> </p><p>Chapter 11</p><p>Monday, April 26, 1999</p>
<p><em>It's nine years old. It reads like a kid wrote it and you people want more. I love you people. Let's go back to '99 shall we?</em> </p><p>Chapter 11</p><p>Monday, April 26, 1999</p>
Chapter 10 Sunday, April 25, 1999 The scarcely populated bus stopped at Benning Road, three blocks from the Phelps’s residence. The bus stop was across the street from one of Jim’s adolescent haunts, St. Peter’s cemetery.
<p><em>Okay, from what I can tell by the feedback I'm getting, more of you want me to continue then want me to stop. And since this book is nine years old and doesn't require any actual writing (just formatting issues), I have taken it upon myself to finish posting this book. So for those of you who like it, you'll get it straight to the end. And to those of you who hate it,</em>
Chapter 8 Friday, April 23, 1999 At eight in the morning he felt her soft kiss. “Wake up, Ethan. We’re late,” her whispering voice cooed. In a playful mood, he grabbed her hands and held them over her head, thrusting his body on top of her. He bit her neck quickly, recoiling like a snake. “Not going,” he muttered, burying his face into her bosom.
<p><em>The first time you try to write a book is always the most awkward. Hey, I have an idea. Instead of reading this nine year old work by an inept kid, you </em><a href="http://www.lulu.com/content/2708643" target="_blank"><em>should buy (or download) my new book</em></a><em>. Seriously. You'll love it. I know that like I know I love pudding pops.</em> </p><p> </p><p> </p>
In case you were wondering why this isn't in italics and why there are no links here, please understand the complexities involved in dealing with a nine year old document. I mean, I think started typing this thing on the actual first version Microst Word.
<p>The ongoing formatting battle continues. Here is chapter 5 of a very old book that got written for a grade. </p><p><a href="/blogs/nathan-degraaf/no-recess-chapter-4"> Let's see if I can link to Chapter 4. </a></p><p><a href="/blogs/nathan-degraaf/no-recess-chapter-3"> How about Chapter 3?</a></p><p>Chapter 5 <br />Tuesday, April 20, 1999 </p>
<em>Court and I are working on formatting (he’s working, I’m writing). You know what that means?</em> <strong>Chapter 4</strong> Monday, April 19, 1999
<p><em>Before we get to Chapter 3 of the book I wrote nine years ago, I just want to say that it totally sucks that George Carlin died. He was arguably the best comedian in the history of comedy and was definitely the best bullshit caller in the long and storied history of calling bullshit and I will miss him dearly.</em> </p><p>Chapter 3</p><p>Sunday, April 18, 1999</p>
This is where I would include links to my old college novella but I can't figure out how to do it. The formatting on the new site sucks the sweat off a dead man's balls. It's so goddamn awful that I actually miss blogger.
(As I noted yesterday, nine years ago I wrote a novella for college. It's not great because I had a lot to learn--still do--but I'm sharing it with y'all at a chapter a day. To read the prologue, scroll down a little.) Chapter 1 Friday, April 16, 1999
I’ve been saving sharing this with you for a long time. Partly because it’s embarrassing, mainly because it’s awful but also because it just never felt like the right time to show this to you.