October 31, 2001

Writer's Manifesto

I found a picture of me and Amber on Marissa's website. That was the day I handed Marissa her belated birthday gift, a handy-dandy Rebellious Young Writer's Manifesto Kit (TM). At first, I was encouraged by her enthusiasm. But lately, I've been disappointed in her. She hasn't been rushing out and organizing meetings, distributing flyers, writing angry screeds, and promoting The Movement. No, it seems she's been buckling down and writing fiction. What the heck is up with that?

I wonder if I'll have any trick-or-treaters this year? It seems unlikely, since my townhouse is essentially part of a retirement community. But you never know. At least Mike complimented me on my jack-o-lanterns. He seemed impressed that I could carve one with curvy features using just a regular kitchen knife. I don't know how I accomplished this monumental feat. Maybe I was channeling the spirit of Martha Stewart. That's right, Mike! Fear my l33t pumpkin-carving skillz!

Anyway, folks are coming over in a about an hour to watch scary movies and eat some pasta and garlic bread. Time to cut this short.