Jumping back into editing the first book. Avol and I need to address a few things. The Doc and I have gone through it, but Avol and I have not. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t fucking terrified to see whatever the fuck is looming in Randall’s head.
After that, guess I’m gonna work on a few other books. Most started but none really beyond the 30 page mark. Now they need to grow into hideous monsters that eat my every waking second like Augustus guzzled chocolate.
…. There’s like 2 weeks left in this year (yes, bad grammar. Fuck you it’s prose). I have two books to finish. Publication of the first “novelette” is under way… Ha. Novelette… I like that word. It’s … comical. Also. Wine. A lot of it. That shit is like gold. It makes the things flow and is like truth serum to those fuckers in my head. They talk. The Doc especially. Wonder if he knew he was such a lush. Probably not. Ha! Fuck you typos. PROSE BITCH! COMMAS! PROSE, BITCH!
All hail 19 Crimes. Get me through this abomination of thought….