I've spent most of the day flipping between the interwebs and my novel. I'll go to the doc, type a few sentences, then flip back to the net. Back and forth. And again. I just can't seem to get to main point I want. I can't even tell if it sucks or not. Just not feeling it right now. Maybe if I stare at this guy long enough, the story will fall into place.
Or, he just might tell me his story. Looks like it's an interesting one.