Bert

call it shoes

Cami Kaos

04 Nov 2007 — 1 min read

The scene, in my bed Friday night. It felt late but it was probably only like 9:30. Mr. Kaos came into the room and smiled at me. I was exhausted and curled into the bed surrounded with a fortress of pillows and two blankets.MK: Hey babe, how's it going?Me: I'm tired.MK: You feeling any better?Me: cough cough sputter hack snort cough A little. I took some nyquil.MK: Did you get any work done on your NaNoblahablalaa book thing?Me: Yeah. I did. I've got a tittle and like a little over 5,000 words. That means that I am ahead and if I spend the weekend coughing in bed I won't be too far behind.MK: You should call it "Shoes"Me: What?MK: You should call your novel "Shoes"Me: No, it already as a title, "Fiction"MK: Are you joking?Me: No, it makes sense for the story. It's a really nonsensical fiction tale like Murakami meets Carroll meets Cami meets Pratchett meets some one really nutso. "Fiction" really works.MK: You know I was joking about calling it shoes... but... maybe you should use it.

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