I’m bored. You can tell this by the fact that I’m far more interested in the antics of the cat and the dog than by my writing, to the point that I’m taking pictures of them. Anyway, I’m declaring an unceremonious end to this scene. At first I thought I could just give up on it altogether, but then I decided it does relate to the theme of the novel (“be yourself”), but I just can’t write anymore. It’s boring, and all telling, rather than showing, and it’s boring, and it’s unrealistic, and there’s no conflict, and it’s just. Plain. Boring.
Moving right along.