The DD Book Collective discussion

It has been suggested somewhere, sometime, by someone, that a novel should be written titled "Don't get me..." and then I forget the rest.

Thus: write your novel here.

However, since novel writing is NEVER a collaborative process, you are responsible for your own goblins. Anyone else may come in and steal your ideas, modify, or destroy them, or merely offer an alternative. You may revise your own as well. When you're done, you will have a novel, I will have a novel, everyone will have novels, and there will be goblins all over the place. These are strict rules even if they don't make any sense, and even if I don't quite understand them myself.

Begin.

"Goddamn godfather cocktails!"

As I came to the fourth step from the bottom, I stumbled and lurched forward, falling in such a way that my feet remained a meter above my head as I struck the granite floor with a crack.

Awkward.

I could have gotten up on my own. But I wasn't in the mood. I waited. Then I performed a pushup, pumping with my arms.

"Tada!" I announced triumphantly. The folks waiting for the subway might have been entertained. But I doubt it. They're so fucking jaded nowadays.

I lay my face on the cold floor again. Then I rolled, then folded, and brought my body down in a crumpled heap. I'd lost eight thousand dollars that evening. I was beyond caring.

The threshold of misery. Yup! Wise words, those.