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Everything is more fun if I talk about it with my mother. Including editing these freaking supplementary college essays. I've decided if I never learn how to develop a plot properly, I'll just publish a book of dippy aphorisms culled from conversations with my mother. Or else I'll write a book with a crappy plot but put in a character whose sole role is to spout dippy aphorisms in order to distract the reader from the lack of plotness, a la Oscar Wilde (except that his plots weren't crappy).

Nothing beats my 5-minute synopsis of Beowulf, though. I wish I had that on tape.