Sunday, November 30, 2008

justwrite 29 november internot delayed

Jason is done with his lunch, and his story has progressed. He’s written the story to a point where a male character enters the store and the cashier analyzes his items correctly—the first completely correct set of guesses in the whole story. This is plot, not just characterization. How will she react? How will he react?
He’s ready to test this scenario.
Actually, he was ready to test this list yesterday, but she wasn’t there. The real cashier girl, that is. Not the fictional one. She doesn’t exist. Or does she? Jason is fascinated by meta-fiction. It’s a little awkward that neither of these girls have names, though. He’s stumped on that. Not that he should be making up a name for the real girl, but he just can’t figure out the right name for his character.
Plus, he finished this set-up section of the story this morning, but he decided that he was more likely to find the real girl working at the store in the middle of the day. Who knows how he calculated this, especially in regard to a store that’s open twenty-four hours a day, but something with the balance of shifts has led him to believe that the early afternoon is the ideal time to find her and to set this set-up into motion.
And, he also knows that it’s bad to go to the grocery store on an empty stomach. How can he realistically hope to avoid purchasing impulse items that aren’t on the list if he’s starving? No, he’s not starving, Carol, but you get the idea.
So, anyway, now he’s ready to go. He decides to check if his mirror agrees. He’s wearing jeans, green sneakers, and a Dr. Pepper shirt from Goodwill that says “I’m a Pepper!” Is this the real deal? More importantly, is this the fake real deal, which is to say, his created male character? Yes, and yes. This is Jason and this is some guy that he made up. Pretty weird stuff.
List in hand. Into the car. Jason finds himself a little nervous. He realizes he forgot his reusable bag. He goes back inside to get it. Back into the car. List. Bag. Wallet. Clothes. Keys. Go.

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