Return of the King.

It just sort of hit me today that I haven’t been tugging. I can’t say I had any major plans to tug this winter. My schedule is rather stressful as it is. I can’t tug prior to hitting the gym, as that’s just not something I want to go through. I don’t really think I can tug while I’m at school. I could pull it off at Rutgers. I have noticed that my tuggy loosens if I unextend my leg and sit up straight, as when driving. If I sit back more (maybe slouch), it stays taut a bit longer. I had many varied places to retug myself at Rutgers, but I don’t have that luxury here.

I have a casual observation about my hand callouses. Do I spend hours on end exposing my hands to rough friction? Nope. Do I do it repeatedly every day, like how I got that callouse on my index finger from openning my locker? My callouses were at their thickest when I was doing heavy lifting three days a week. They’re receded a little, as my exercise selection has changed.

I’m the guy that came across foreskin restoration before most people had even heard of it. I’ve proved it can make a difference. I may not be able to put in five-six days a week of tugging, but surely I can put in three or four. All Sunday is definitely tugable. Monday when I get home. Wednesday when I get home. Not full days, no more than six hours, but it’s something. Friday when I get home, and Saturday after I lift. Progress doesn’t come overnight, but it would mean the world to me if I were to finish this before I’m thirty.

On a NaNoWriMo note (or is it TiNo, as in TimmyNovel?), I’ve been pondering how to solve certain literary problems. There’s the fact that he has no friends. It seems too assuming to write in the initial meeting-friends-sequence. Thing is, most friends don’t have a dramatic sequence. Instead, they’re sort of around, and after the fact we realize they’re out friends. Good use of flashbacks, if only one paragraph of, “Yeah, they were in such and such class” would be effective.

While the sequel will take on a different tone, I have to remember the method that drove my madness. A. The worst that could possibly happen. B. What I wished would have happened. I obviously wrote in some personal experiences, but I don’t want to write myself into a corner, restricted by reality. To touch on the friend problem again, I’m reminded of how I created Lisa, the little sister I never had. I could just create the best friend I never had. Might take some meditating, though. May end up giving Trent a cameo. ..Because Trent is a personification.

Xavier stagnated and didn’t really grow much, while Lisa obviously grew of her own accord. It’s going to take a bit more forceful measures to knock some sense into him. I don’t need to expose him to what I went through. Any multitude of scenarios can express his emotional core. Hell, given that the story is relatively character-driven, it’s doesn’t matter if one event leads to another. I have to remember that.

Tomorrow is DITL.