the book i never finished

when i was in college, i begun writing my first novel. it was about a group of friends who has this tree house in an old oak tree. there were three main characters. Daniel, the one who wons the tree house. Sandy, the girl next door. Conner, the rich brat. They grew up, went to college, and had their separate ways. From then on, their stories will be told, separately. In the last chapters, a tragady back home will tie them up together. Daniel has leukemia and was pulled out of college. They all went back to the old tree house ad talked why they went on their separate ways. Then they'll soon discover that each event that happened in their lives was tied up with each other. Daniel's ex-girlfriend was Conner's girlfriend's best friend. Sandy's boss at the coffee shop was Daniel's college mentor (his college mentor was setting-up Daniel and the "cute barista" which was actually Sandy, but Daniel did not showed up).

It's a book about friendship, love, relationships, and the old tree house.

But i did not even wrote a chapter. I just had the stories inside my head.

I wonder if i did finished my novel and sell it either as a tv series or a movie or to a publishing house. I think i have a good story here.

Maybe I'll just print all my blogs and have a publisher print it. It'll be called, short stories from a demented psycho. Or just use is as toilet paper. Read my stories and wipe your crap with with it.