My friend, Scott, is writing a novel. I’m just like him except I lack the talent, time, and patience to write a novel. But disregarding those tiny hindrances, I’m going to write a novel one of these days, too. Until then, I continue to offer my short short short stories for your gentle amusement:
Run done. Quick cold shower invigorates.
Sliver of soap; too many showers.
Fur in cereal. My cat purrs.
Toaster fixed. I plugged it in.
It will take a lot of work to qualify for NaNoWriMo in this manner.