Day Nine: Don't Be Greedy

So a day after I post my largest word count and decide I'm badass enough to bump up my writing quota to 2000 words a day, I don't write at all. Today, making up for yesterday, I only wrote 1787 words, which would have been fine a couple days ago, but not so now. Don't be greedy boys and girls.

I would write more today, but I have to get on the road for Louisiana, where I'm going to be spending the 4th o' July. I'll try and make up today's writing tonight or tomorrow, as well as keep up with the posting there. I imagine someone in Louisiana has internet access. Nevertheless, I may not be able to post every day, and for that, I apologize in advance. To the words:

Daily Goal: 2000

Daily Word Count: 1787

Surplus/Deficit: -213

J.W.B account holdings: 3028

"Jump forward one year, and he found himself alone, standing in front of a gallery, a space much smaller than the Tate in London, but it was also filled with what was quietly growing in his brain as his kryptonite, his mental Achilles heal. It was filled with modern art. Taking a deep breath, he reached out, turned the handle, pulled open the door, and walked in.
Huh, he thought, looking around the place, his eyes meeting with huge photographs of black and white male nudes mirrored by crazy shapes and sculptures standing nearby. In the way that only a boy raised in the deep South, but reformed and turned liberal while in college can, he found himself admiring the juxtaposition of the well sculpted, beautiful men’s bodes next to strange shapes and sculptures, a mimicry of one on the other, he supposed only the viewer would decide. Then he found his eyebrows raising, the corners of his mouth folding down, and thinking, “Ew, that dude is totally licking that other guy’s belly button.”