The Lost Hemmingway Novel

It's quiet this morning as I sit here before class. The only sound is my fingers hitting the keys, like a symphony. I always wondered that since I can type, if I could play the piano. It seems that there is much more to it than hitting a specified key at a specific time, but I could be wrong.

The world seems new again, as the sun slowly creeps above the horizon.

I'm reading a book called "Twelve" which is about some kids on drugs in NYC. It's interesting and was written by a 19 year old guy. It renews my fervor in writing a novel. Of course, I won't dare write my novel in law school. That would just be insane. I couldn't even if I wanted to because I have no idea what to write about. I have a few good ideas, but they're not enough to compose a novel. I want to write an extraordinary novel about the mundane. Like Virginia Woolf. Or maybe James Joyce. Or Hemmingway. I would like to write the antithesis of a good Hemingway story, where gender roles are reversed, but people are still lost anyway. I don't know if I'd have my hero be a eunuch though. Maybe a sex addict. Or better yet an unsexual. Why is it that almost every fetish can be acknowleged by people but it seems to be a criminal if a person doesn't want to have sex? I'm just rambling now. Anyway, instead of a character that wants to have sex but can't, I'll have a character that can have sex, but won't. Genius.

Love & Death: those are the only two things that we don't understand. No matter how hard we try, we never will. Or when we finally get it, the world will end because that is the point of this world. In the meantime, everything we do is trying to understand those two seemingly simple concepts. Maybe that will be the title of my book. Or maybe it sounds too corny. I wonder if I could get Fabio for the cover? No, it's not one of those books, but I think it would be funny. People might not think it funny though. Well, maybe I should worry about the cover later. That would definitely be a prudent move.

Now let me leave you with another person's words:
"Drink up baby down./Mmm, are you in or are you out?/Leave your things behind,/'Cuz it's all going off without you./'Scuze me, too busy,/You're writing your tragedy./These mishaps, your bubble wrap, when,/You've no idea what you're like.../(So let go)So let go/Mmm, jump in/Oh well whatcha waiting for?/It's alright,/'Cuz there's beauty/ In the breakdown./(So let go)Yeah, let go/Just get in/Oh it's so amazing here./It's alright,/'Cuz there's beauty/In the breakdown."