Melody of Certain Damaged Lemons

Are you unemployed? Nominally employed? Employed and lovin it like a Big Mac? Avuncularmom and I have the business for you. National Novel Writing Month. Its dope, its hip, and all your friends are doing it. I'm proudly the 40,192nd person to sign up for it. If you're wondering why you should do it, Avuncularmom has already laid it out.

My novel(la)'s going to be "I had to leave the country" -- I think. That's the working title. I've also considered the title "Out on the street, I feel like a robot by the river." Its inspired by the music of Smog. Its about a youth (Billy?) who lives in the city, but dreams of leaving the city for the country with his girlfriend (Jill?) after he is caught dancing the night before his twenty-first birthday by the robots, who are incredibly jealous of the fact that humans can dance. The robots intend on confining him to a metal shell so that he cannot dance again, but as Billy lies in bed the night before his confinement he is awakened by a pimply-faced (teenage) spaceship outside his twenty-third floor bedroom window. The teenage spaceship flies Billy and Jill to the country, where they meet a wise old squirrel, who teaches them how to live in the country. However, Billy eventually has to leave the country and return to the city because he and Jill are unable to fit in with the country folk -- they can't learn to tell the same stories over and over and laugh at the same jokes again and again. Well, anyways, that's the idea I'm thinking about now.