October 23, 2005
 My First Novel's Final Sentence, Attempt #2
Filed in Happy Endings

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And for years after the group’s breakup, this drummer with the crooked nose spent countless hours mathematically attempting to prove his hypothesis that the love you make is actually equal to or greater than the love you take—not the other way around.”

October 20, 2005
 My First Novel's Final Sentence, Attempt #2
Filed in Happy Endings

Brain"The Tinman tried desperately to save his sinking sidekick from the hungry quicksand . . . but in the end . . .  he was just grasping at straws."

October 18, 2005
 My First Novel's Final Sentence, Attempt #1
Filed in Happy Endings

"But something told Mandy, no matter how many charities she supported, no matter how much she gave without taking, no one would ever write a hit song for her again."