So on Monday I was on my way home sitting there on the train eating my Blondie’s pizza, delicious. And then BAM! I had the inspiration to write a novel. Right then and there I mapped the entire thing out on my pizza box and now I am writing a novel.
Here is a little excerpt from the first chapter… If, that is a big if, I am able to actually commit and write a full novel look out!
Here you go:
He had a knack for “borrowing” trinkets, like the bar ashtray which had a permanent place on the coffee table. Another collectible and the resting place for his latest carton of generic brand menthols. Sitting there in hibernation on the laminate minimalist cube which double d as my futon-side nightstand. A cheap attempt at modern style, and the inspiration for Panther Shadow. A jet black blend with slight purple undertones, easily the pinnacle of the overambitious sloth’s career. That was 7 years ago. Since then the swatch sticker, an adhesive backed paint swatch for hands free viewing, has been his only contribution to the paint world worthy of mention. Unfortunately the uncultured bastard didn’t think that when the new swatches came out in Asia swatch stickers quickly became know as Swastikas. Yeah, my father is the paint Nazi responsible for Behr losing it’s dominant market share in the entire eastern hemisphere. That was 6 years ago. Now he is a freelance paint name creator, who does more destroying then creating, go figure.
