It's true: he's visiting this weekend, but he's been off hiding for like the past four hours now because the figure's spring-powered missile-launching arm spooked the crap out of him. At one point I went looking for him and found him cowering under my sister's bed. I didn't even shoot the thing at him! Weirdo. 😛
So taking a cue from writers who use images rather than text to excerpt from their unpublished work, here's a passage from the latest incarnation of the memoir-in-progress. It's not even a particularly interesting passage, but I figure it's the more boring parts of a work that make it challenging to get through so your thoughts here will be more useful than they might be for, say, an exciting piece of dialogue. Does that make sense?
(If you have trouble seeing the text, click the image for a larger, somewhat more legible version.)
That's all for this post. Until next time, minna-san!