the third person narrative.

~The Neon Duck is going through a very odd time.

~Where she can't do anything useful.

~She doesn't feel the need to write.

~Half the time she she doesn't practise cello.

"Frick!" She exclaimed while writing this on her trusty blog, "Is it Friday already?" contemplating that she really needs to practise and doesn't feel the need to, which brought her back to the blogging.

So The Neon Duck continued to blog about the incredible lack of meaning her days have come to posses.

She stopped thinking about this while she absently listened to her Aunt cooking downstairs.

Then she wonders if this has anything to do with writing, she plays with the idea of starting a new story for the umpteenth time since she had the annoying conversation with her sister the day before in which Emily failed to be helpful and inadvertently insulted every fiber that The Neon Duck enjoyed about herself.

But no matter, The Neon Duck moves on to contemplating how her sister became so unhelpful, so uninterested. Duck withdraws from these thoughts not wanting to know the answer with an irking suspicion in the back of her mind.

At least, she thinks, at least I still feel the need to read, seeing as, thanks to b my summer reading list is growing daily.

She also ponders that it really is preposterous to talk about her own life in third person because it is too boring to use a narritative voice.

So she bid farewell to her friends and signed off, thinking that she really needed to get the the root (or multiple roots) of her problems.