The following is an excerpt from my NaNoWriMo novel that I’m running behind on, but I do like how it’s turning out.  I mentioned this paragraph on Twitter, so here it is:

“Night flooded about the sitting room.  Daryl, still unable to relax, stared at the popcorn ceiling.  Once his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, he counted two small cracks in the ceiling.  What little moon light did flow through the windows cast very eerie shadows against the popcorn texture and the tiny cracks in its surface.  It unsettled him.  Why did they make popcorn ceilings anyway?  The crumbly popcorn bits always managed to fall and get buried in the carpet, or worse, sprinkle all over the hardwood floor leading the home owner to believe the cat tracked in sand from the litter box, or even worse, leading the cat to believe this spot with sand-like ceiling bits all over it was the new litter box which intern made the home owner angry with the feline for relieving itself on the hardwood floor.  What was more unpractical than a popcorn ceiling?  Nothing about the ceiling or its unorthodox design calmed him down.  He readjusted his sleeping position and looked at the walls instead.”