Unnamed Psychological Thriller.

Hey, it's summer. Not any normal summer. Oh, no. First summer of my life where I'm actually busy. Summer classes are eating up my spare time nicely, preventing me from going crazy, but not taking up too much time that I can't enjoy my spare time. I'm writing a lot, currently working on three whole stories. One of them is going to be a psychological thriller about a horror writer (in the vein [or is it vain? (in the sense of a pun)] of Stephen King but less creepy and more likable) who is arrested for the murder of one of the characters he kills off in one of his books. I won't spoil the ending for you, but it's pretty predictable anyway. I feel like it's been done before, probably has. I'll look into it. Vaguely reminds me of "House on the Lake" or whatever that Johnny Depp movie was. I don't like the idea of straying away from predictability for the sake of being unpredictable. Life is pretty predictable at times, and if art imitates life then stories should be predictable every now and then. I find that the most powerful stories are the ones where you see the ending coming the entire time. Like Hemingway's Up In Michigan. Such a sad story. It's so real, and you see the ending coming from a mile away. It's so life-like, and the writing is so simplistic and raw (just like all of Hemingway's stuff, of course) and it plays in perfectly with the effect of the ending.

Chinese is interesting. I need to do homework now, but I will probably just end up watching Craig Ferguson. That is all. Good evening.

EDIT: I would like to further reinforce my belief that life is very predictable almost all of the time. It is often very disappointing.