This is the point where I declare that Fluffy has been slipping and it is entirely her fault that I gained weight two weeks in a row. Naturally, it is, I mean, all she did was take care of me in this last week, despite my constant efforts to get up from the couch and work out. I knew, I mean I knew that I had to do it, but she absolutely refused to let me off the couch. And fed me constant chicken nuggets and milkshakes despite my constant efforts to eat healthier and work out.

... believe me?

No, I didn't either. This last week was not a good one for me. Gained nearly a kilogram in the last week and my excuse last week turned out to be nothing but an excuse. I need to focus on it, but it is hard to keep on something like this for such a long time. But, I guess I just need to do it.

Same thing with DG. The first three chapters aren't quite right. They are almost there, but it still feels so weak when I write it. I'm going to work on it for a few more days, I have an idea of completely gutting the first chapter and seeing if laying it down fresh gets me over this little descriptive block. The story is fine, I just can't seem to get the right feel for a horror novel. Well, without it being completely a cliche or just coming off lame.

Oh well, if it was easy, someone else would be a famous writer instead of me.