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Tomorrow, Sunday, November 21, 2010, will be a day to be remembered, as I unveil Love Story.

Co-written with a dear friend, whom I will for now call Anonymoshua, Love Story is a leviathon tale of love, intrigue and deception, several years in the making now. Why has it taken so long? Because it is a creation unto itself. You can't rush inspiration. But also, Anonymoshua ebbs and flows in his commitment to this body of work, which is too innocent and pure to compromise in the name of completion. Chapter installments of Love Story will be posted periodically, in increments no longer than a week apart with the first 5 chapters coming tomorrow. Depending on the fervor and zeal of my partner in this endeavor, will be the speed in which subsequent chapters can be released. If it were only me writing, and I fear it will come to that point, I would most likely churn out a chapter day, such is the splendor that is my mind, disguised beneath this cro-magnum brow line.

It is a complicated work, in that one author cannot write consecutive chapters. Each chapter I write must be followed or answered by Anonymoshua.

I have been waiting for a few years now for Anonymoshua's rebuttal chapter on my last installment. But like a lonely widow waiting at the light house for her lost sailor to come home, I wait for Josh. In his defense, he has a lot on his plate: School, work, a relationship, and just a lot of feelings. So many feelings. He is a tragic artist.

And so, I will be patient. But for each week that goes by in which he keeps you dear readers waiting with trepidation, I will break the code and bypass his turn to quickly write a chapter myself to keep the flow. I care for my readers. I will be forming a new page on top of the website, directly linking to Love Story, and a chapter index.

What is Love Story you ask? 'Tis too sublime for a synopsis to capture in words. To write a summary that could do it justice, I would need a whole separate book unto itself.

And so, like sands through the hour glass, so our the days of our lives..... and the day that shall be tomorrow will bring beauty.