If any of you have been reading my journals lately, I keep mentioning a novel that I am writing, but I haven’t posted anything on my page about the story. If someone asks I have sent them a couple of small excerpts, but other than that, and my Sustenance Suckers ( [link] and [link] ) that are a large part of my novel, there isn’t a lot out. So I thought I would give people a peek and the first free writing I did for my novel project. This is how my writing obsession with this novel started. There still may be mistakes in this writing.

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Have you ever Read those books where you choose what happens next? The ones that take you through a story. ‘You have reached the end of the hall way. There is a door to your right and a staircase on your left. Go to page 89 to go up the stairs. Go to page 58 to open the door.’ There are unwritten rules to reading these books. Rules that, miraculously, everyone knows. Everyone follow the directions at the end of the page. I like these books, but I have trouble believing that the only choices, one has, resides on, either, pages 89 or 58.

Would it be so bad to break those unspoken rules? To be reading a book, and decide to magically transport the story line to another area? Lets say you reach your choice to go to either page 89 or 58 but instead, you close the book, and open it up on a completely new, random page. No one will arrest you if you break this law. No one will even make you pay a fine, that is as long as the book you’re reading isn’t a late library book. So what makes people follow these rules?

I’ve read several of these books. To the public eye, I’m your classic, tall, blond haired, brown eyed, 23 year old who still paints nifty, neon colors on, her nails. I’m a wannabe artist, who is going to college, and with any luck I’ll still have hair to pull out next semester. At home, I have the culinary skills to make a mean chocolate frosting and the patience to never let it reach the cake. I go to work where I get to smell coffee all day, to the super market, to the gas station, to my parent’s house, and then, just like the rest of society, I go to sleep in my own bed, so that I can live a normal life. Well maybe not completely normal. There is one difference about me when I go to bed. I still smell like coffee, but you get the idea.

The truth is, I live in a society who pretends that there’s nothing to worry about. My society believes that the most dangerous time of life is camping with youngsters, who wield flaming marshmallows on long sticks over a camp fire. People dare not step out of the boundaries of their usual lives, lives lived by everyone else, for fear of what the next person may think. According to these people, what I am is "Abnormal". Books written by these individuals of society tell me I am called a "were". They give me a name, yet, like hundreds of other legends, society doesn’t believe that I exist.

My name is Sara Nobes. I’m a 23 year old were and I’ll let individuals believe what ever society wants them to believe. I may never make it into the history books, but, I never miss the chance to choose my next page at random.

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Well, if you've read this far, you know how my obsession started. This project is a challenge for myself because I am tired of telling myself I'll never write a book. So here is the start of my obsession, and since I started working on one novel, my story has turned into a series of books that I'm slowly starting to plan. I still doubt that I will ever get this published, but this is mine, and if I ever consider it finished, I'll have to stop telling myself I can't write a novel.