Boy, this novel a day thing is tough. I'm really exhausted. I've had weird dreams. My stomach hurts. I told my friend Aaron that I think I'm going to stop. Writing 400 pages a day is very hard. He talked me back into it though.

Today's book looks like it might be about the String Theory, but I swear I was dictating about the subject of old monster movies and how they can be parables or mythology for the economics of the time of their creation, and how stock market flux might be predictable from the success or failure of an audiences acceptance of implementing that monster into the public conscience as an icon of horror.

I really need to cut down on my orange chicken intake.