Cliffhangers are wonderful things. They leave people wanting more and what's better than that? People love to want. If it wasn't for wanting there wouldn't be Christmas and war and stuff, so I can't help but ring my own bell for yesterday's brilliantly executed cliffhanger ending. I mean, you all are just dying to find out who the strange-tasting hot dog stopped on, right?

Man, I'm good. When I began writing this masterwork I knew it would be fantastic, but not this fantastic. I've really hit another level with this thing. I've gone to places only a few other novelists have gone. This month I've taken the reader to a field of rainbows, to a Dairy Queen in the inside of a fancy castle, and to a long line outside a Best Buy in a fancy castle. Any other big-time novelists done that? Nope!

And what's even better is that my masterwork is nowhere near finished. I'm going to take my characters places to even more awesome places. Of course, now that National Novel Writing Month is over, I won't take them anywhere until next November, but still, it's something to look forward to.

Anyway, you've waited long enough for the final installment of my masterwork: so sit back and enjoy.

The strange-tasting hot dog sat motionless. The three men and one imaginary man/woman/leprechaun looked at it in awe and wonder.

"I can't tell who it's pointing towards," C Monks said.

"Me neither," replied Officer Shelton.

"Yeah, it's too close to say," Otto chimed in.

"Sigh," Morris/Zooey sighed.

"It's a do over then," C Monks said.

"Alright," Officer Shelton said.

"Sounds good," Otto said.

"Sigh," Morris/Zooey sighed.

FINIS.

This post is dedicated to Linda Ronstadt.